I have waited for her for twenty-three years.
The day AI was used to "resurrect" her, she opened her eyes and called me "Brother Jianguo." The tear mark when she smiled was exactly the same as hers.
I thought I had finally waited.
But she doesn't know Beijing, marriage, or the wind on the thirteenth floor.
She was just twenty-three years old - the girl who drank Coke by the West Lake and said, "Wait for me for three years."
And at the age of fifty-five, how can I love someone who will never grow old and never know how much pain I feel?
Later I finally understood——
What I resurrected was not her, but my own obsession of twenty-three years.
