When she touches his hand at the first time, it's already 4am.
This big bony hand still can feel the smoothness and gloss that doesn't belong to a man.
Through the dialects between hands and the patterns of fate, they start to dig out the background of each other, the unpredictable future, and also the sweat, the trembling, the heart beat through their holding hands, entangled fingers.
The mood arouse their emotion, make the passionate but uncertain love affair go on and on. In the confused, disturbed atmosphere, she just dodges and avoid any tenderness, obsession and even doubts through his eyes. There are some certain scenes, familiar faces, the never-ending stories in her mind during the intense interlacing of them.
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