On the day she left, he tore up the letter and scolded her for hating the poor and loving the rich.
Three years later, he was so powerful that he just wanted to find her and question her face to face. But the first document found was her death certificate - she didn't leave with anyone, she had stayed at 22 forever.
For the past three years he hated her, she couldn't hear him at all. He hated every day that she was gone.
He searched for her belongings and found only an iron box. Inside are 59 birthday cards, ranging from 22 to 80 years old. She wrote each one stroke by stroke while lying on the hospital bed.
The 22-year-old's drawing showed a cake shop, with the words next to it: "I've drawn the shop you said you wanted to open."
The 80-year-old card was a blank card with only one line: "I'm sorry, I broke my promise to stay with you until I was 80."
Later, he opened the cake shop at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, brick by brick, according to the drawings she drew. The warm yellow light is never turned off.
Someone asked him who he was waiting for.
He looked at the snow outside the door and said, "Wait for someone who will always be 22 years old."
"What if she never comes?"
He smiled: "Then I will keep waiting. She has been waiting for me to grow up all her life. It doesn't matter if I wait for her."
