Feng Xin

You-Mu Qing

It was a cloudy autumn day. Mu Qing and Feng Xin were strolling along the embankment. The weather was miserable, and the sea was rough. But there was something pleasant, daring, and so reminiscent of their relationship. Both of their hair was flying, but Mu Qing's especially. At one point, Mu Qing decided to stop and take a nice photo of the wild sea, while Feng Xin stood a little further away. But nature is cunning and dangerous: while Mu Qing was choosing an angle and catching the right wave, a large and particularly fast one crashed into the "rocky" shore and splashed all its water onto Mu Qing. Feng Xin escaped with only a few drops on his sneakers. Mu Qing turned and blinked his long eyelashes in shock, causing his "best friend" to laugh. The victim's hair was stuck to his head, and water was streaming down it. “Let’s go home quickly, we’ll warm you up,” Feng Xin took Mu Qing’s hand and led him in a long-known direction, such a familiar and even favorite direction.

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