I entered a book I had read and became the short-lived cannon fodder whose parents died young, whose value was drained by relatives, and who finally disappeared silently.
When I opened my eyes, it was a cold and rainy night. I had nothing and only the incomplete memory of the original owner.
Until that man showed up.
He was silent and cold, and there was a sense of distance around him that kept strangers away from him. Only when he looked at me, there was trembling and panic in his eyes that I couldn't understand.
He took me back to a home full of old things.
A cracked celadon bowl, a pen with a single word engraved on it, an old watch that stopped and was wound repeatedly, a whole box of yellowed bear band-aids, and a faint but dazzling crescent scar on the little finger of his left hand.
Everything is silently recognizing me.
I found out later.
The details that have never been mentioned in the book are the secrets that he has kept for eighteen years.
I am not a stranger who wears books and seizes homes.
I am the person he has tried his best to protect since he was seven years old.
It was Wen Zhi who he had lost, looked for, and waited for eighteen years for eighteen years.
This time, he won't let me get lost.
This time, all the old things, scars, time and obsessions have returned to their place just for me.
Intention: Time will live up to deep feelings, and obsessions will finally be put to rest.