She called him Mr. Thursday.
Because he shows up at her flower shop on time at three o'clock every Thursday afternoon. Buy a bouquet of daisies, sit in the corner, and stay there all afternoon. Don't ask questions, don't talk much, just be quietly present.
Shen Zhiyuan escaped for eight years. Changed his name, changed the city, and lived a perfect but false person. She thought that as long as she was not remembered, she would not be hurt.
Lu Shiyan escaped for twenty-eight years. Reject family arrangements, reject blind dates, and reject all "determined" lives. He thought that as long as he said no, he would be free.
Until that Thursday afternoon, when he walked into her flower shop.
"Buy flowers."
"Three hundred."
"My name is Lu Shiyan."
"I didn't ask."
A bouquet of daisies, two people who dare not stop.
She taught him to face it, and he taught her to choose.
This is not a "you chase me and I run away" story. This is a story about "waiting" - waiting for a Thursday, waiting for a person, waiting for a reason not to run away.
Thursday, 3pm, flower shop.
His name is Mr. Thursday.
She was the one waiting for him.
