While Wang Yi was programming at his desk, Chen Ying was quietly reading "The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism". They always sat in the room on Wang Yi's side, because he said it was warmer when it was cold. He was always so focused on programming that he wouldn't even move the shadow reflected on the wall. All his energy was condensed on ten fingers, and no one seemed to be able to pull him away from the computer screen. However, he knew every little bit of Chen Ying's move, even though he didn't look up at all. Sometimes he would stand up suddenly, walk to the kitchen without saying a word, make a hot cup of coffee and put it in her hand, then rub his neck and continue to sit back at his desk. Sometimes she walked out the balcony to see if the weather was showing signs of improvement, as she counted the days and the time to return to Copenhagen was approaching.

"I'll send you back." He comforted her.

However, every time he said this, he would be silent, as if the sentence had stifled his ability to speak, making it difficult for him to bring up another topic. She watched him walk briskly into the bathroom before coming out for a long time. Droplets of water would appear on his forehead, sometimes running down the corners of his eyes.

On Chen Ying's last day in Berlin, Wang Yi became active and accompanied her to Museum Island for a whole day. He had wanted to take her to Huck Yard, but she was so tired that she was panting for breath on the snow-covered public lounge chair on the side of the road. After the snow, the temperature dropped below freezing, and the water vapor she exhaled turned into frost.

"We've got to find a place to warm you up." He dragged her into a nearby coffee shop and watched the street scene with a steaming paper cup. He freely shared with her childhood memories and told her the origin of the scar on his palm. He hadn't been to school at the time, and he was stuck with the kids next door when he threw broken glass bottles at the construction site. After drinking coffee, they walked all the way back against the wind, and the snow under their feet turned into ice water and seeped into the uppers of their shoes. He took her to a nearby Chinese restaurant and ordered two boxed lunches to take away.

"I'll look for you in Copenhagen." After taking a shower that night, Wang Yi sat on the carpet and watched a movie and said, "The time has not been determined yet." Will you come and pick me up then? ”

"I don't know." She closed her eyes and let him kiss her cheek.

"When you're gone, the city will be split in half—half without you, half with you." He pointed out the window with one hand, "I'm not going to the places I've been with you." ”

He stood up and closed the internet, cutting off all contact with the outside world. Then he walked back and hugged her, stroking her long hair with both hands, slowly starting from the sweater and exploring inwards until his fingers touched her smooth back. His fingers moved from bottom to top, stopping at her shoulder blades, as if reaching the exclusion zone. She looked up with her eyes closed, her lips touching his. He sucked her in like a magnet in an instant, making it impossible for her to leave easily.

"I don't know why, I'm always relaxed in front of you." She said.

He lifted her knees, put her shoulders around himself, and carried her to the bed. He turned off the light and lay down beside her. In the darkness he stripped her from her heavy winter coat and pressed it against his chest. She felt herself merge with that delicate skin. He kissed her continuously, from the jaw to the collarbone. She calmly unbuttoned his shirt and helped him put his shorts on the pillow, leaving him at her mercy in the process, not sparing a kiss for a moment.

The church bells rang in the cold wind, as if to spread a bitter reproach. She listened quietly, burying her head in his palm.

"What should I do?" She reproached herself, tears falling on his pillow, "We shouldn't be like this." ”

He lay down sideways and hugged her trembling body, pressed against her earlobe, and said, "I'll be with you no matter what." ”

After a while she stopped crying, and the piccolo between the windows rang out again. Her fingers ran across his stiff back, hugging him naked. There was also the smell of celery in the house, and the aroma of hot cocoa spread from the kitchen. Her mind was again in a vacuum, caused by suffocation, she knew it in her heart.

They tangle like vines, tempting each other. He always maintained a cautious attitude, observing her every move. He uses this feedback to decide on his next steps. He wrapped her tightly like a garment. She also kissed him back, encouraging him to be a part of his body.

"Chen Ying, I love you." He said as he lay down again.

She didn't answer, pulled the quilt with her hand, and shrunk naked into his arms. The sound of even breathing let her know he wasn't asleep. She couldn't sleep either. The room was so quiet that you could hear the second hand of the wall clock on the wall. He used his arm as a pillow for her, and his other hand ran lightly across her neck. She grabbed the hand and covered it in front of her eyes. She slept peacefully in his arms, like a childhood nap in kindergarten. Since then, she has not slept so carelessly for a long time, and all the worries of her daily life have left her, and she can sleep peacefully until dawn. He has set an alarm on his phone to remind her to get on time.