In the seventh year when Shen Nian opened a bookstore in the corner of the university town, the ordinary days were like rain dripping from the eaves.
Until one afternoon during the rainy season, someone pushed open the creaking wooden door.
There were fine drops of water on his shoulders, and when he raised his head, his eyebrows still had the look she had after her late night dream.
"A copy of Love in the Time of Cholera," he said.
Intention: love