Five years ago, Lin Wei and Chen Mo said goodbye quietly at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, sealing their marriage together with all the details of the past. She thought the city was big enough for the two of them to become strangers, but she never expected that she would meet him unexpectedly on the street corner on an ordinary afternoon.
He still brought the old sketchbook with him, and as he had done countless times in the past, he used his brush to capture the light and shadow in front of him - including the silhouette that he quietly fixed on the page when she pushed the door open and entered the cafe.
The reunion was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, easily disrupting the indifference Lin Wei tried to maintain. Those deliberately forgotten fragments: the sketches plastered all over the rental house, the unspoken retention during the quarrel, and the forced calmness when parting, all surfaced little by little as the eyes met again.
Time folded a secret corner between the two of them, hiding unsaid words and residual warmth that never really went out. When the details of the past and the throbbing of the present are intertwined, can they re-read the deep meaning in each other's eyes in the folds of time? Will this ended story continue to write a new chapter in the wind on the street corner?
