It's bitterly cold everywhere while it's snowing outside. The crippling loneliness of this place gnaws at him and it's hard to bear on his own. There's a gentle knock on the door. "Xingchen, it's me. I'm here"

He didn't come empty-handed. He brings a gift basket of flowers, fruits, and chocolate. As he stands there waiting for the door opens, he truly felt he doesn't deserve him, this graceful man. He swallows nervously.

"Xingchen, I want to stay with you..." His voice trails off. What he meant to say is all day, all night, everyday. The gnawing he felt inside, Xingchen occupying his thoughts, his everything, and he wanted to tell him.