When I was seventeen, the sunset dyed the corridor orange. She said she wanted to be a lawyer one day, and he stood beside her and engraved those words on her for the rest of her life.
Then she disappeared for seven years. He fulfilled that wish before her, standing at the top of the legal world, waiting for someone who he didn't know whether he would see again.
When they met again, she was a timid newcomer to the law firm, and he was her immediate boss.
He kept her by his side and taught her to stand firm. His tone was always businesslike, as if they had just met each other.
She thought he had given up long ago.
Until one late night when she was working overtime, she pushed open the door of his office and saw him looking out the window in a daze.
Hearing her voice, he did not look back, but said very softly:
"Lin Wanzhi, it's been seven years."
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Intention: All reunions after a long absence are the waiting of another person who refuses to leave. I strive to be a better version of myself, not to catch up with you, but to stand with you.