Some encounters are so brief that they are just a passing encounter during a journey, but they are enough to leave long-lasting traces in my heart. They originally thought that each other was just a passerby in life, but under the temptation of time and distance, they were pushed closer again and again. Sharing photos of food, a few words late at night, and unstinting compliments and responses in snapshots—these seemingly insignificant fragments gradually became an inescapable web. When the word "reunion" appears before our eyes again, all chance becomes a footnote to fate.
This is a diary written for waiting and heartbeat. It is also a story about miss, expectation and reunion.
Intention: Destiny often likes to take detours. An unexpected journey led them to meet briefly on a train in Milan; a hasty farewell left a long-lasting trace in their hearts. I thought I was just a passer-by, but through sharing photos of food, messages in Stories, and late-night conversations, I gradually became an indispensable presence in my life. All misses are foreshadowings written by fate; all waiting are preludes to reunion. It wasn't until she finally set foot on Paris that the tiny tenderness scattered in time was realized bit by bit in reality. This book is written for all stories that begin by chance and get closer by necessity.