"I will never be seen again in the mountains and seas"
The day he returned to China, he thought she would come to pick him up. When I called, the number was empty. He searched for her for a long time and finally found her yard in a small southern town. The neighbor's aunt handed him the key and said, "She was very quiet when she left, as if she was asleep." He opened the door, and everything in the house was as before, with her diary on the bedside table. He flipped through it all night, from beginning to end, but couldn't find his name. At dawn, he knelt under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard and suddenly understood - it was not that she had never loved him, she had kept that love, along with herself, forever on that rainy morning.
