“Kun, do you remember me?”

“Of course, ge. Why wouldn't I?”

“This one?” His brother showed the picture of a certain young boy, Sicheng.

”W-Who's he?”

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Sicheng walked through the park. It's been years since the last time they met. He missed his Ice Hyung. If he could only go back to China.

“Hyung,” He muttered, as the leaves of the trees shook. He sat on one of the largest tree there and leaned back, resting himself.

“I missed you, hyung.” Those words are just like glasses, breaking. Breaking his heart.