On a rainy night in her first year of high school, she memorized words until late at night.
I always feel that there is an invisible person standing behind the wall on the balcony.
Then came the rain in the narrow alley, the silent shadow behind the umbrella, and the red eyes of my classmates.
It's something that disappears and reappears inexplicably, a lingering gaze in the dark.
She thought it was because girls were sensitive, timid, or delusional.
Until many years later, when she grew up, got married, and lived a stable life,
Only then, in the numbness day after day, was the white shadow in the middle of the night dragged me back to the past.
The alarm clock rings at seven o'clock on time, and the subway is always on the same train.
Life is going step by step, but there is no enthusiasm anymore.
I was once haunted by a ghost on my bed, and I saw a blurry white shadow at the end of the bed every night.
It wasn't until life slowly changed that those uneasiness quietly dissipated.
When I dug through my childhood belongings again, all the mysteries suddenly came to light.
Purpose: Meet yourself across time and space, accept the past, embrace the present, and find the lost courage and love.
