Xie Nanhe stayed in the flower shop for a long time. It's been so long that everyone has forgotten that she once had a younger sister. The sister died at the door of the flower shop. A passing policeman kicked her and said it was "bad luck." Xie Nanhe waited for eleven years for a reason that would keep her from going crazy before taking action.
Then Shen Zhuangshu came. With a face that was too clean, he timidly called her "Sister He". Shen Zhuangshu thought she was disguising herself well. She didn't know that Xie Nanhe saw through her at first glance - those eyes were too clean, too clean to be true.
Xie Nanhe thought: This person is here to die. Xie Nanhe thought again: But her hands are beautiful. Don't let her die.
Later, they exchanged each other's body temperature and secrets in that dark place. Xie Nanhe said, I will kill him for you. Shen Zhuangshu said, after killing. Xie Nanhe didn't answer, but she secretly bought two ferry tickets.
Seventeen's ship. Two sheets. She didn't tell Shen Zhuangshu.
Later, Shen Zhuangshu dug out the unfinished letter among Xie Nanhe's belongings——
"I have bought the boat tickets. Seventeen. Two. I wonder if she is willing to come with me."
"She definitely doesn't want to. Forget it. I don't have to leave."
On the back of the letter, where Xie Nanhe cannot see, is a sentence written by Shen Zhuangshu four years later.
——Wherever you are, I will be there.
