He had lived for thirty-one years and never thought that one day he would envy someone. That person is his younger brother. What he envied was not the money or the house, but the look in his brother's eyes when he looked at a person.
She was the most ordinary person he had ever met. He grew up in an orphanage, with a monthly salary of several thousand, and rented a shabby apartment of 30 square meters. She would stop by the roadside to look at a wild chrysanthemum.
He didn't know why he started reading her messages. Read every item.
Later, she injured her foot. He picks up and drops off every day. She makes him breakfast every day. He had a cold, and she made brown sugar and ginger tea. She handed him a sachet and said, "Wear it." He kept it close to his body and never took it off again.
She didn't know that he locked a bad flower she touched with the sachet. She didn't know that she called his name in the back seat and he answered "I'm here" over and over again.
He doesn't understand love. But he started to understand.
Until one day, she posted a sentence in the group: In this life, the only thing I hope for you to do is look after the flowers. He looked at it for a long time.
He didn't know who she was talking about. But he wanted to know.
Concept: The waiting of the paranoid and the arrival of light.
A person who has lived for thirty-one years and does not know what it feels like to like, and a person who transforms himself from dust into light, live seriously in their respective worlds. One is waiting and the other is walking. Those who wait don't know what they are waiting for, and those who leave don't know where they are going. Until one day, they meet.
For the first time, he knew that his heartbeat could be so fast. For the first time, she knew that this was how it felt to be put into someone's heart. It's not who saves the other, it's each other who fills each other's emptiness.