Shen Yanzhi's mother arranged a blind date for him with the daughter of the Cheng family. When he agreed, all he thought was, “There’s no harm in meeting her.”
But when the door opened and he saw the face he had kept in his memory for ten years...
He froze for a second. Just one second.
It was her.
The girl holding a portfolio of paintings outside the library on that rainy day.
The girl he had watched for an entire year, then quietly kept an eye on for nine more.
He lifted his teacup to hide that fleeting lapse in composure. Through the fragrant steam, he heard himself say in his usual steady voice, “Miss Cheng, please sit.”
Years later, someone asked Shen Yanzhi, “Mr. Shen, how did you and your wife meet?”
He smiled and looked at the woman beside him. “I waited ten years for her, and she finally came.”
She glared at him. “What are you talking about?”
He took her hand and said nothing more.
That rainy day, that girl holding a portfolio of paintings: he remembered her for the rest of his life.
Luckily, they still had a long life ahead of them, and he could tell her the story a little at a time.
I rarely write book reviews. I like this author's description of emotions. It's slow and appropriate, and the emotions are very delicate.