There are too many blank spaces hidden in Ling Xi's diary.
She remembered the hot ginger tea in the snow, and the crooked stitches on the gray scarf, but she always forgot the name of the boy who warmed the sweet potatoes for her when she turned around.
Lu Ze always has notes in his pocket, filled with small daily details: "Ling Xi is afraid of the dark, so I have to wait for her after school", "Don't let others see the scarf she knitted", "She forgot about me again today, but when she grabbed my wrist, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw."
When memory turned into sand passing through the palm of her hand, he became her only anchor.
Among those flickering fragments, there are unsent sketches, scarves hidden under turtlenecks, and the tenderness of "It's okay if you forget, I'll say it again."
It turns out that love never needs complete memory evidence - just like a clear sky will always remember the shape of clouds. Even if the world becomes a strange river of forgetfulness when she wakes up the next day, he will hold her hand and turn every inch of time into a tacit agreement again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
