Xiaowei found the administrator stone among the bookshelves in the corner of the university library. He was always quietly mending old books, his fingertips stained with scraps of paper. She deliberately borrowed obscure classics just to see his patient recommendation. When the library was closed one night, she pointed to his name on the registration form: "Shitou, you have been writing for forty years." He closed "The Story of the Stone" and whispered softly: "When you graduate, this book will have the last page." Every time after that, when you opened the yellowed pages, you could touch the note he quietly inserted - it was the only borrowing record he wanted to keep during his silent years. The story stopped at the blank space on the title page, like an unfinished sentence about spring that he dared not say.
