That night after returning home, Xu Xiangyang surprisingly had a good sleep and had a beautiful dream.
Of course, instead of saying he walked back by himself, it would be more accurate to say that he was chased back home by his irate cohabitant...
From the very beginning when the girl dragged him by the arm running out of the crowd, insisting that they must take a secluded alley home, and along the way he was kicked several times and took a couple of hard punches.
Xu Xiangyang could still clearly recall the events that happened yesterday. It wasn't the fuzzy, story-like kind of memory, but a fluid picture, and he remembered every detail depicted on top of it.
From the beginning where he "shouted I love you in the crowd" to "returning in front of the home," everything was fresh in his mind.
Those scenes, like the slow motion frames of a film, moved slowly in the frozen time, etching indelible marks in his brain pathways.