The back view of the bottle, a barren land without choice. Yao pulled the windbreaker to cover, "Be careful not to catch a cold." Leaning on Yao's arm, watching the moonlight dance over the tip of Yao's nose with its beautiful curve. Gently wiping Yao's forehead, my hand was caught and held by Yao, "Now it's your turn. I want to know what the bottle looks like in your heart?" "Mmm," adjusting to a comfortable position, thought for a moment, "A back view." "Back view?"