Her name is Ahri. Coming from the deep mountains of western Hunan, I have no language and no knowledge of writing, and I only recognize one person.
He taught her how to speak. The first word she learned was "brother". He taught her to write. She thought that the word "I" was her unique name.
She doesn't know what missing is. But she had been waiting for him for a long time, and in a room full of sticky notes, she wrote the word "si" wrongly, missing a heart. Later she made up for it. It was very small, huddled in a corner, like the words she didn't dare to say.
Then she left. Later, another person who came back was exactly like her.
She said: I will accompany you on behalf of my sister. He recognized that she was not her, but he didn't dare to reveal it. Because she was exposed, there is no one like her anymore.
She is an actress with fluttering sleeves on the stage, and he is an enemy general. She was ordered to assassinate him, and the moment the dagger pierced her chest, he didn't hide, he just looked down at her and said, "It's not her."
This is the fate of twins falling in love with the same person. This is a substitute love that starts from a misunderstanding. The price of two feelings that could not be distinguished as family or love was only confirmed after the two women disappeared one after another.
The old witch said: It's time to wake up. There is a stone behind the waterfall. She is no longer there, but the words are still there.
Fate uses many ways to let two people miss each other. It's not that I don't love you, it's just that I was almost there - just one turn away, one stick of incense, and the words "I'm here".
This is not a story about "being together." If you've ever come close, this book is for you.
Current thoughts｜Stand-in｜Twins｜Sadomasochism｜Wife chasing crematorium
