Literary editor Shen Wanzhou dreamed of the same yard, the same locust tree and a man whose face he couldn't see clearly. She didn't believe in fate until Lin Zhao, the author of the new book she was responsible for, could describe every detail of her dream word for word.
They began to piece together the fragments - winter plums, celadon bottles, paper lanterns, and the sentence "Remember, I'll wait for you" - to piece together an unfinished story from the Republic of China.
But grandma said: The past life is the past life, and this life is this life. Those memories are not for you to repay your debt, but for you to recognize this person and then see it with the eyes of this life and choose with the heart of this life.
"Remember, I'll wait for you to come."
But what we owed in the previous life must be repaid in this life? Or were those fragments just a letter that traveled through time, just to tell her: This person is worth it.
A novel about dreams in past lives and choices in this life. It's not fate, it's recognition.
