"I have been waiting for you for eight years, not so that you can come back and choose me - but because I am qualified to choose whether you want me or not."
In a turbulent era, the most innocent secret love happened. In order to match him, she kept changing herself just to match him.
I can't understand French, and I have gone through the flowers of the four seasons, from not finding this person to finding this person.
Little did she know—he wrote the same sentence on the back of every stamp.
She didn't know - he counted the number of steps she took through the sycamore tree from the window on the second floor of the Ministry of Industry and Commerce Bureau every day.
She didn't know - on the day he left Shanghai, he put fifty-two stamps into a tin box.
Eight years. Four flowers.
She waited from seventeen to twenty-five.
From the French Concession to the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.
The day he came back, she took off the gray button on his cuff.
The one that took eight years of sewing.
She said: "I have been waiting for you for eight years, not so that you can come back and choose me - but because I am qualified to choose whether you want me or not."
You don't know how flowers bloom in four seasons. It's too late to find out if this person sheds tears. Flowers are unknown and no one asks. If you find out, this person shares the same mountains and rivers.
Purpose: Waiting is not about spending time with a person - it is about growing yourself into the person who can choose whether to open the door when he comes back.