The echo of the slap ten years later
Believe me or her?
This question echoed in Haitang's life for ten years. Not with the voice, but with the touch that has long since disappeared but is forever imprinted on the left side of the face - the raised face, the falling slap, the hot shame and cold heartbreak of the seventeen-year-old summer.
She always wakes up at the same point: the moment Ah He grits his teeth and says, "I believe in her," the dream begins to crack like a broken mirror. Then she would hear the gentle and cruel ending, lingering like a curse:
"I only love you, but I can't let her go."
Ten years later, she thought the curse had expired. Until today, in this dimly lit cafe, she put on long-lost high heels for a ridiculous blind date, but was knocked down by a flower seller at the door, and the moment her knee was broken - time went back.
Intention: love