Sea Cyclone

Liang Dongyan never thought of Jiang Yu again after that. He didn’t think about the music classroom where they had sheltered from the rain together, nor did he think about that early morning when Jiang Yu, with red-rimmed eyes, held onto him desperately. He didn’t even wonder where Jiang Yu had gone. The entertainment industry was a dazzling whirlwind, with vibrant people and events emerging endlessly every day. There was no need to dwell on the naive and foolish purity and ambiguity of his student days. That was until he recorded a variety show and had to find an old keepsake. He allowed the staff to rummage through a pile of unread love letters in his old house. Among the clutter lay a...