When she was fourteen years old, she was her Chinese teacher and she was her class representative.
She hid her thoughts in her weekly diary, and she drew a smiley face at the end of her red pen comments.
She thought she didn't know. She pretended she didn't know.
Then she left and went to a far away place. She waited for many autumns, until the ginkgo leaves turned yellow and fell.
She is finally back. They think the rest of their lives is long.
But I don't know since when, she learned to come home late, learned to be silent, and learned to go home late at night with the smell of others.
She doesn't ask. She just kept the light on, the soup warm, and her slippers by the door.
She deleted her contact details. She parked it right below her building for three years.
She said "If you find it, come back". She died on the way to meet her.
——She spent her whole life loving her, but only after she left did she receive the unsendable message:
"I forgive you. Forgive yourself too."
Concept: Love is waiting, forgiveness, and the unspeakable "I'm waiting for you."