The fog in London has lifted, and the lights of the harbor city are on.
When Guan Luocheng came back, his mother's ashes were already cold.
At her father's wedding reception, the bride wore her mother's favorite champagne-colored dress.
The champagne tower was built taller than a person, and laughter overflowed from the windows of the Peninsula Hotel and fell into the rain.
She didn't step forward.
Just stand somewhere where the light cannot shine, and remember that smile frame by frame.
The night in Hong Kong City never goes out.
Neon lights burn through the rain curtain, the ferry cuts through the dark sea, and the lights of Victoria Peak light up in clusters, like the whole city is burning.
But from that day on, there was only one light left in her world.
The port city is huge.
Big enough to accommodate all betrayals and silence.
The port city is also very small.
As young as a woman, she only walks one path.
She walked through the long street on a rainy night and through the early morning when the neon lights went out.
Walk past all the unanswered knocks on the door.
The high heels clicked on the wet ground, making a sound, as if they were counting down for someone.
Later, someone lit a lamp behind her.
She didn't look back, and he didn't come close.
Just that light, slowly, slowly -
Falling into her shadow.
One sentence introduction: With love, you can keep it private
Intention: In this life, I will keep you private with love
Intention: In this life, I will keep you private with love