He has been waiting for her for a thousand years.
From the first time she opened her eyes, to the first words she spoke; from the time she carried her schoolbag to school, to the time she shed tears alone in the middle of the night. There was no trace of him in her life, only some inexplicable intuitions - the occasional warmth in the room, the inexplicable peace of mind when she was alone, the moonlight and reed slopes that flashed by in her dreams but were forgotten when she woke up.
She didn't know that there was a shadow that never left her from the moment she was born.
Until she was urged to get married, went on a blind date, and started a decent relationship with a decent man. Shadow finally spoke - in the memo on her phone, she wrote over and over again in words that only she could see: "Don't go." "You already have someone."
She saw it and pretended not to. She wanted to hear it from him.
He didn't say. He disappeared.
Five years later, she got divorced and met a man named Lin Shen on a rainy day. He handed her an umbrella, knew every dish she loved, and smiled like a person who had been frozen under the ice all winter.
There is a word engraved on the handle of his umbrella: crossing.
She called a name, three times. Each time there is a thousand years between them.
This time, he finally agreed.
