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He Che encountered Chen Cang again when he was forty-five years old.
Since the farewell at the girl's wedding, it had also been fifteen years since he had last seen Chen Cang.
The day he met Chen Cang, it was an afternoon, just after a rain in Paris, and slightly cold. He was walking out of a café when a young boy bumped into him full force.
The little boy was very pretty, with blond hair and black eyes, a mix of Chinese and European descent.
Before he could even ask if the little boy was alright, a female voice came from in front of him: "Jony, be careful..."
That voice, he knew it well, yet it also sounded unfamiliar. He paused, lifting his head to look.
Chen Cang, at forty-three, dressed in a camel-colored coat, unexpectedly entered his field of vision.
