"Why do you cry? Why do you cry with me?" This is what I used to say to condensate. Unexpectedly, it was condensate who said this to me three years later.

"my eyes are in the sand..." I smiled lightly, wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes, and stared at me with a little hesitation. "What's the matter? Is there anything on my face? "

"no," she said to herself, "I just think you look like my master when you cry and laugh..."

"your master?" I asked on purpose. Condensation, not in vain we face each other, three years, you still remember how I cry and how...