On a summer night on Pingtan Island, blue tears glimmered atop the waves for a few dozen seconds.
Marine biologist Lu Chenzhou said, “They only glow when stimulated. Once the light fades, they die.”
Photographer Lin Tingwan smiled as she pressed the shutter. “That’s enough. At least they got to shine.”
Only later did she realize that he was the same.
He hid his inherited heart condition from her, watching sunsets along the coast by her side and treating every day as if it were his last. Then, on the day he signed the surgery consent form, he tricked her into going to Iceland to photograph the northern lights and lay down on the operating table alone.
She brought back the most beautiful photographs of the northern lights in the world, but the person she was waiting for never came to meet her again.
On the USB drive were years of moments he had secretly recorded. His letter contained just one line:
“Lin Tingwan, I’m sorry I can’t go see the sea with you anymore.”
No rebirth / No reincarnation / No redemption
