Wen Xu died in the summer of his senior year.
It was a rainy night, there was a car accident, and the last phone call just said "hello".
Eight years later, she opened her eyes in a strange bed with not a single scar on her body. The world went on as usual for eight years, but she pressed pause.
She came back alive.
No one knows.
She supports herself by painting.
And what she doesn't know is——
There was a man sitting in the living room that had been empty for eight years, and he still placed a pair of empty dishes and chopsticks opposite her every day when eating.
Every few months I go to the apartment building in the south of the city and sit downstairs for a while, without going up, just looking at the window that has been dark for eight years.
He didn't know she was back.
Until late at night, an unknown number called his mobile phone.
There was a sound on the other end——
"Hello."
His hand holding the phone began to shake.
Eight years. More than three thousand days and nights. She finally spoke again.
