"I've always been watching you, in ways you know and don't know."
"You always leave me like this, messing up my heart and my bed, never to return."
"Why aren't you going home again?"
"Han Jingnian, why don't you ever come home?"
"Han Jingnian, do you know how scared I am that one day I might choose to let go of you?"
The paper in Han Jingnian's hand began to tremble softly, faster and faster until he couldn't hold onto it anymore.
The light, thin sheet slipped from his grasp, floating gently to his feet.
Unaware, he stared blankly at his trembling fingertips. He didn't move, still in the posture where he had been leaning over to look at the words on the paper.
Not long after, his chest began to rise and fall rapidly. His body began to shake with his trembling hand.
He tried to control his emotions, but the overwhelming pain was too quick for him, causing him to lose his composure.
