Zhai Xiao said, "Wait until I come back."
Han Nian said, "I'll wait for you."
No one missed the date. Only this time, those who came back could never open their eyes again.
No one knew that the last place Han Nian touched was the tattoo on Zhai Xiao's wrist.
That tattoo is his number.
——This is a story about "waiting".
——It is also a story about "reading".
——Missing thoughts. Thoughts of condolence. Han Nian's thoughts.
