He waited for her three times. Not once did she know.
The first time was in September nine years ago.
She got lost under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. He stood on the third floor and watched for a long time, and then went downstairs by accident.
The second time was in the winter three years later.
He waited at the school gate all afternoon, with snow falling on his shoulders, just to say "wait for me when I come back".
The third time is today.
Dragging her old suitcase, she once again got lost under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
And he has been waiting for her for nine whole years.
