Twenty-year-old Han Jiang fell in love at first sight with Liu Luofeng, who was ten years older than her, in a cafe in Suzhou. She calls him "Uncle", but he never corrects her, and never promises - he never refuses or promises, like a door that is ajar, always leaving a crack for her.
She thought it was a crack, but it was actually three years.
In the past three years, she sent Liu Luofeng more than 1,300 messages, but he responded to less than 100; she saved up 87 train tickets from Xi'an to Suzhou, but he didn't even give her a decent gift in return; she kept the coat she bought for him in the closet and only wore it a few times a year, using his favorite mint perfume, which lasted for three years. She waited for an answer, waited for "when will you marry me?", Waited for graduation from college, waited for his thirty-third birthday, waited for him to finally say "she is back, and we will get married on the 18th of next month."
The bride is not her. The wedding was on October 18th, and she counted the days for forty-three days.
She sent the photos she had taken in the past three years to the bride. The watermark in the lower right corner of the photo was secretly set by her during her freshman year - "I'm waiting for you to marry me." She deleted the screen saver on her phone, replaced the mint shampoo, took the word "uncle" back from her mouth, and took the train back to Xi'an.
Then, the wedding was called off. The photos she sent became the last straw that broke the marriage. At three o'clock in the morning, Liu Luofeng sent four words: "Han Jiang, I regret it."
She saw it. Lock the screen and continue drawing. For the first time in three years, she didn't reply to his message.
The story begins here. She was ready to give her love back, and he had just begun to learn how to love her.
