On the tenth day of the night shift at a convenience store, Lin Xiaoman knocked over Shen Yan's oden cup.
This man with a scar on his brow always appears late at night with an old injury that has not yet healed, and a cherry-stone red rope wrapped around his wrist is filled with past events. He helped her stabilize the shelves and peeled off the hot roasted chestnuts, but when she tiptoed, the tips of her ears turned red.
Until the heavy rain knocked down the last cherry blossom tree, Shen Yan broke into the rain with a glass jar soaked in icing sugar. Five hundred and twenty cherries swayed in the warm light, as if his thoughts that had been hidden for seven years were finally ripe.
Can I buy your time now? When he lowered his head, the melted snow from the tips of his hair fell on the back of her hand, creating a circle of cherry-colored ripples.
The scars of winter × the throbbing of spring, the clumsy girl with a band-aid × the gentle sleeper, the cherry snow reflected in the glass window of the convenience store, are the most sincere fairy tales for adults.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
