The first time he smiled at that person, he had practiced the curve of his mouth a thousand times.
Shen Huaijin, the piano master of Changgemen, came to Wanhua Valley just to get close to one person. He makes tea, holds an umbrella, plays the piano, and does everything just right - gentle, considerate, and meticulous.
The doctor named Lu Qingci went from being cold and distant, to having the tips of his ears turn red, to holding his hand under the moonlight.
Everything went according to plan.
Until one day, Shen Huaijin found that she couldn't distinguish between those tendernesses, which ones were staged and which ones were really irretrievable.
And Lu Qingci also started to wake up late at night, looking at the vertical lines between the eyebrows of the person next to him that only appeared in sleep, and asked himself:
Who is this person?
The sea of flowers remains the same, and the sound of the piano has not stopped. Some masks are worn so long that when they are taken off, even oneself does not recognize the face underneath.
This is a story about approach and escape, performance and loss of control. Before you open it, you only know half the truth.
Intention: Regret