Sunny Day Keychain

When I watched Lin Xiaoxiao fall in front of me for the seventh time, I suddenly realized. As an architectural designer with an annual salary of one million, I am used to solving all problems with drawings. But this time, the client I faced was the God of Death, the project was my girlfriend's life, and the cycle was seven days of constant reset. The first six times, I tried all the "scientific" methods: blocking her, spying on her, filling her with substances and surprises. Result? She can always complete this death ritual with precision. The seventh time, I gave up on my blueprint. I stopped blocking and started reading—reading the desperation beneath her smile, reading the distress signals in her paintings, reading the part of myself that made me think of her as a "burden" and an asshole. I rode her on the merry-go-round, dragged her into a haunted house, and even made up a ridiculous construction project for her to push her in front of the real boss. I was like a bad detective, clumsily extracting the "real" fingerprints on her heart. Until I discovered that she had already seen through my cycle. What I thought was salvation was nothing more than a selfish performance in her eyes. "You come back again and again, not for me, but to heal your own guilt and unwillingness." On the sixteenth cycle, I personally pushed her into the abyss. The seventeenth time, I chose to let go. I no longer tried to cure her, but just walked with her through the last seven peaceful days. Watch cherry blossoms, watch movies, and listen to her even breathing under the stars. The sun rose as usual on the seventh day. Instead of going to the rooftop, she handed me a handmade keychain with a crooked little sun embedded on it. "Celebrating the nice weather today"