They made an appointment.
On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she dreamed that Cheng Haojie was dead. He stood in the white light and turned around, his clean profile looking further and further away. When I woke up, he was really gone.
Over the next four years, she squeezed everything into books. One person was admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences as a graduate student.
On the day of registration, a door opened in the corridor and a man walked out and bumped into her. She looked up——
Light brown eyes, parallel double eyelids, eyes that bend down first when smiling. Straight nose bridge, clean jawline. At 180cm tall, wearing a white coat looks like a custom-made suit.
He was exactly the same as the boy "born" in her mind ten years ago.
He looked down at her: "Classmate? Are you okay?"
He doesn't know her.
She stood there. Fingers pinched into palms.
She thought - is this fate, an illusion, or is her illness coming back?
If he never existed, who is standing before me now?
Purpose: Growth and Redemption