1940. Yunmengze.
He put the magnolia into her palm and said, wait until the lotus blooms again.
Later, she rubbed the word "return", waiting from the spring water to the frost, from her hometown to a foreign land.
The lotus ponds dried up. The reeds turned to ashes.
Many years later someone asked about the magnolia.
She lowered her head, her palms empty.
——The handwriting is still there. I just forgot who to wait for.
