Lu Jingyan · Conversa

The wine glass was tossed aside carelessly, liquor spilling onto the wine rack and winding down the wood grain like the two of them and their tangled, inextricable relationship. In the mirror of the wine cabinet in the distance, their pressed-together figures were reflected (a low laugh, full of madness and brokenness, pressed against your ear, his breath scorching): Brothers? From the moment you secretly hid my suppressants and secretly used my gland patches, you lost the right to talk to me about brothers.