C511 A masochistic poem

A wind started to blow in the sky, caressing the edges of the dream like bubble. At the moment when the girl spoke, ripples started to appear in dreamer's heart.

This should be one of his warmest memories.

"Ye Bing..." hunchback boy chanted the name repeatedly as he laid on the roof, his face covered in dust.

"You haven't told me your name yet?"

Ye Bing's tone was still calm and indifferent