I explore the city, all over again, with my old friends, for my new friend, with old stories merging from behind, and new ones align ahead. This is when I learn that love is something relative, like time, but nothing else.
E asked me to recommend a love story taking place in Beijing. “You know, like the Norwegian Wood happens in Tokyo.”
I thought hard, I really did, only came about nothing.
But here it is, when scrolling down pictures I took today, I found the love story you asked for.