A life falls away from Minghao like he’s a crab in molt. There was childhood, then university, and now… whatever the hell comes after.
the imagery in this is delicious and you knock me flat by bringing in the birdcage at the end. i did not expect [no good at goodbyes] to be hopeful and yet i'm realising that that's what you excel at: finding hope where there really shouldn't be any. this was beautiful!