Xie Jiancheng held a glass of water all night long. Zhu Yan watched him all night and no one drank.
The water spilled and spilled on the floor. The two stood across the puddle of water, neither reaching out or speaking. The water stains slowly dried, changing from deep to shallow, and from shallow to gone.
Xie Jiancheng turned around to get his coat and paused for a second when he touched the door handle. Zhu Yan saw it and moved his lips but said nothing. The door is closed.
Zhu Yan squatted down and touched the water mark, which was cold. But there was a hint of warmth underneath, as if it had been touched by palms.
The door was not closed tightly, leaving a crack. It's raining outside. Zhu Yan listened to the sound of rain and waited for ten seconds.
The footsteps stopped at the door. A shadow came through the crack in the door. No one moved.
Then a hand reached out. Wet and cold, put it on the edge of the door and push it inward a little.
The door opened.
Intention: The water that is thrown out cannot be recovered
