The bubbles in the sparkling water float upward one by one.
Lin Aiwei stared at them for a while, then lowered her head to read. She was here to work - at least that's what she had planned to do five minutes ago.
It's all the fault of the woman across from you
That blonde woman.
A woman studying in a place where the sun doesn't shine in early summer in London.
Lin Aiwei shouldn't have looked more.
But she still watched it a second time.
Later she realized that it was a burst of love that had started when they first met.
Violet Jones.
An elegant name.
She talks about art and philosophy.
Her knowledge is "extensive".
She is very rich.
Her body temperature is a bit low.
From an encounter in the library, to a less ostentatious house in Mayfair, to a night salon open only to a few people, to some private places not open to the public.
Things didn't get weird right away.
But Lin Aiwei gradually realized that she fell in love with someone.
And step by step, she walked into her time.
——That was a longer period of time than she imagined
Love has not become more grand, but it has become more concrete.
Such as that afternoon, such as that dinner, such as - her body temperature.
——
"I do." Lin Aiwei said.
"It's just that I occasionally think... It would be nice if I met you when I was eighteen."
Violet looked at her tenderly.
"I might have been braver then. It wouldn't count so much." Lin Aiwei smiled and said, "I will now."
"Ivy," Violet said, "you are only three years old now."
She said it very seriously.
It's like stating a fact.
——
This is not a story about eternity.
It's not about sacrifice either.
It's just two people who are not quite aligned in time, trying to stay longer in the same afternoon, the same city, and the same world.
When she held her hand, she didn't think that this was the beginning.
It's just that it's not easy to let go later.
Concept: When time is no longer an equal measure, how will intimate relationships be established and continued? This work attempts to discuss love amidst the huge age gap - choosing to get closer. Love is not the answer, but a behavior that continues to occur in uncertainty.