Note: The original version was written by the author "Zheliu Xijun", and I authorized the adaptation.
My name is Shan Wuming.
I didn't write this story - I wasn't supposed to write it.
More than ten years ago, or a few years later, I restarted this universe. It was a huge project, involving sorting out the timeline and repairing the causal chain. Before the reboot, I saw some things that had happened in this universe—the fragments that had been folded, erased, and forgotten. He said, you should see it. Although some things have passed, they should not be completely forgotten.
I saw Lu Dingjun and Shen Wangjun in those clips.
At first I just scanned it roughly - because their story has a hidden causal connection with the later Fengyun City Yuanwu incident. I needed to know that history to understand everything that happened afterward. But as I watched, I slowed down. I saw a boy standing under the streetlight, clutching a letter and not knocking on the door. I saw a girl standing behind the curtain, watching him turn and leave without opening the window. I saw them reunited in a thick milky fog after many years, and then they fell together and never woke up again.
I've read their stories. Then I was silent for a long time.
I originally wanted to give this story to Zheliu Xianjun to write. He is the one who writes and is better at it than I am. He took it, wrote the beginning, and then gave up. And for good reason: "It hurts too much. I can't write."
So this gap fell on me.
I'm not a person who writes about emotions. I've written about combat, I've written about strategy, I've written about grand, life-or-death decisions. But those things between two people - those subtle, soft, inexplicable things - I can't always grasp the balance. But someone has to write the story. If I don't write it, it will really just blow away. No one will remember the out-of-tune song, no one will remember the two unsent letters, no one will remember the figure who stood under the street lamp for a long time, and the person who stood behind the curtain without opening the window.
So I wrote it. It's not well written, but it's written.
Lu Dingjun, Shen Wangjun. If you can still sense the movement of the world of the living in a corner of Jinghun Lake - I want to tell you: the source fog incident in Fengyun City has been resolved. Your death was not in vain. The lessons left by that disaster were remembered by those who followed. And those two letters of yours—the "Wait for me when I come back" and the "I'll wait for you"—I put them into the story. That way, even if the originals rot in the snow, someone will remember they once existed.
As for the rest, I don't know what to say.
So be it.
Intent: adapted version
