The cherry blossom branches outside the literature club always drooped over Su Yutang's notebook. Because of her anterograde amnesia, she had to reread the name "Zhou Jinxing" on the title page every day. The boy wrote stars into the club journal's short poems and tucked fallen blossoms into her manuscript pages. Through one starlit sharing session after another at the literature club, he made himself an anchor that could never be pulled free from her memories, giving the blank space for "someone" an answer amid ink, the fragrance of flowers, and starlight.
