The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital was pungent, but Su Minghui smelled a familiar scent that made her heart palpitate.
She held the picture album and walked quickly with her head lowered, and bumped into someone at the corner. He raised his head, wearing a white coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and deep eyes - Zhang Menpu.
Five years and 1825 days, the person she thought she would never see again stood in front of her wearing a doctor's white coat.
Her heartbeat skipped a beat, and she turned around to escape. In a panic, the picture album fell down and scattered.
One page, two pages, three pages—all sketches. The silhouette by the library window, the concentration in the lab with the head bowed, the flying hair in the playground. They are all Zhang Menpu in college.
Five years of secrets laid bare.
Zhang Menpu knelt down and picked up the album. His fingers brushed over those lines, very lightly and slowly.
Then he raised his head and looked at her: "I have been looking for you for five years."
Five words, like a key, open a door to the heart that has been locked for five years. All the panic and shame collapsed in front of those words.
The lights in the corridor were bright and the smell of disinfectant was strong, but Su Minghui could only hear her own heartbeat, which was deafening.
It turns out that I like you a little bit, no matter how deeply I hide it, it will be exposed.
It turns out that some searching will eventually arrive after many years.
