She painted that man for fifteen years. After each drawing, the sketchbook burned to ashes.
Until one day, the person in the painting appeared on the morgue.
Shen Weiyang said: "Play it for three months and love me. Play it until you can't tell the truth from the lie."
Later, she lost her memory and sat in the ward drawing the same profile every day.
Her hands remember it longer than her brain.
Gu Huaizhen came to see her every day and told stories about the painter every day.
"What happened next?" Shen Weiyang asked. "
Later," Gu Huaizhen said, "the one who came back was telling a story to another person. "
This is a story about waiting.
Those who wait do not hate those who wait. When it comes, I don't hate it anymore.
Intention: Remembering is not the evidence of love, choosing again is. Waiting itself is the way of love.