In the cafe opposite Bai Yi's office, the proprietress remembered all her habits.
American style without sugar, third table by the window, I rub my wrists after working overtime until eight o'clock. Shen Qingqing made every encounter accurate, making every "what a coincidence" sound real.
Seven years. It took her seven years to get to Bai Yi.
Later she said she wanted to go abroad and send a letter back every month, as if she were still there. Bai Yi never replied, but he opened every letter.
The seventh month, Qingming Festival.
Bai Yi passed by the cemetery and saw a monument.
The person in the photo on the monument wrote a letter to her yesterday.
Intention: You thought it was for her own good to hide it from her, but she never wanted to be hidden.
