Standing in the Midnight Wind and Dew

For over twenty years since their childhood, Guan Suo felt he had never truly understood Cheng Zhuofu. Every encounter between them ended in discord, even when he was already imprisoned. "Literary arrogance," Cheng Zhuofu would always say, his tone disapproving. "Better than being a stray dog," Guan Suo would retort. Later, Guan Suo was finally released from the dark prison. The winter in Nanjing was bitterly cold, the sun glaring yet offering no warmth. He said to the person waiting outside, "I still miss the sunlight of Beijing." Cheng Zhuofu draped his own overcoat over Guan Suo's shoulders, his dry, warm hand covering the back of Guan Suo's hand, holding it firmly. "It's Beiping no...