At 1:17 a. M., Lu Chen posted the 1835th post-it note. Someone on the radio said: "I waited until the 3000th day and she came back, but I didn't recognize her anymore."
Late at night, a woman with burn scars on her wrists opened the door of the bookstore. Surveillance footage captured her standing at the door for seven minutes, saying into the air: "Here I go again."
The scar on her wrist turned into the word "wait" in the moonlight. She sleepwalks, loses her memory, and writes words on his palm.
Deep in the tea mountain, Grandma Tea said: "The you that tea remembers is different from the you that you remember."
The walls of the underground tea cellar were covered with the word "morning". She asked: "If all my memories belong to others, then is the heart I love you now mine?"
He didn't answer, but lowered his head and kissed her palm.
Ten years later, my daughter wrote: Waiting is not for who you are waiting for, but for who you are waiting for.
Tea stains disappear, but the teaware remembers. Good night 1835 days, in exchange for "I chose to come back".
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
