This is a story about "too late". Some people have learned it over a lifetime...
On the day Xie Xun married someone else, Xu An sat at the train station all night without waiting for any news.
She thought this was the end - a five-year relationship that ended with the words "My parents don't agree." What a common reason, so common that even hatred seems hypocritical.
In the next eight years, she changed cities, got a promotion, raised a cat, and learned to live alone. A friend asked her why she wasn't married yet, and she said she hadn't found the right one yet. In fact, it's not that she hasn't met her before, but every time before she falls in love with her, she will first think of that fool who held her hand on Wutong Road with sweaty palms.
She thought, forget it, people have to move on.
But what she didn't know was that the "idiot" had never walked past in eight years.
He slept next to someone he didn't love for eight years, checked her city's weather forecast every late night, and went to the train station where she stayed all night on her birthday. The memo on his cell phone was filled with one sentence: If one day I am about to die, I want to tell her that I regret it.
And then he was literally dying.
Pancreatic cancer, late stage. In the family column of the surgery consent form, he still filled in her name.
After eight years of not seeing each other, Xu An was here with just one phone call.
She said she didn't hate him, she was just sad - "Sad that we spent five years falling in love but didn't spend a minute to be brave for each other."
He said: If I get better, can you give me a chance?
She said yes.
But he didn't get better.
Purpose: Some people spend a lifetime learning to be brave, but never use it again. Not all "sorry"s are worthy of forgiveness, but all "too late"s are worth remembering.