Late night convenience store. Wen Shuning looked up. Fu Jingchuan stood in front of the shelves.
"Can you cook noodles?" - The same tone as "Can you know this question" asked on the podium seven years ago?
She thought it was a chance encounter.
She didn't know that he had lived across the street for four years.
He was rude and seldom said anything, but he remembered that she didn't eat coriander and her soft-boiled eggs were always fried just right; she had seven years of memos hidden in her phone, and the iron box contained the note she sent back then, and she would make a forty-minute detour every Thursday - just for a cup of coffee. He packed all his deep feelings into the word "by the way".
As for her, her diary is filled with his name. The same seven years. I dare not say it either.
Until my mother threatened to die, and the crying on the phone was harsh. She stood by the balcony and almost let go - he opened the door and handed over the settlement materials.
"The inspection period is too long. I don't want to wait any longer."
She only realized it later. When he left seven years ago, it wasn't because he didn't love her - it was because of the detective's fate, and he might break the promise tomorrow at any time. She couldn't bear the second time.
He wrote letters, tore them up, and retrieved them from the trash can.
She never looked through her graduation photos for fear of seeing him turning his head to look in her direction.
Two cowards. Finally looked at each other.
"Thank you for not giving up on me."
"What a coincidence. I happen to like cowards."
Intention: Even if you are used to discounting yourself, you still have to believe that someone is willing to give you undiscounted love.