After the war, Xu Jin returned to his hometown as a notorious retired sergeant.
Everyone knew what she had done.
During that hasty trench evacuation, she left her wounded comrades to escape alone. She stepped on a landmine on the way and lost her left leg forever. People who were once close to her cut off contact with her, and the townspeople despised her. Even the families of the fallen who came to claim the relics turned their unexpressed grief and anger towards her.
Xu Jin made no excuse.
Wearing a prosthetic leg and leaning on a cane, she sorted out unclaimed relics in the military warehouse. I returned to my empty residence at night and wrote down what happened that year over and over again. She is willing to spend the rest of her life repenting and just hopes that the people she has hurt can live in peace.
Until recently, some unexplainable things started happening one after another.
Every day at 2:15 in the morning, there would be three knocks on the door.
The voice was very soft, but there was never anyone in the corridor.
A violent cough, a fleeting silver light, a beautiful golden invitation, a farewell dinner waiting for her to attend.
There was also the person who stood in the candlelight and kept looking at her.
"Xu Jin..."
"Sir... Have we met somewhere before?"
Veloma.
A reunion that started with three knocks on the door, a waltz that had been waiting for three years.
When the first cracks begin to appear in a person's convinced past, is there still sea breeze and hope that can lead her out of the gunfire and take back her own life?
Intention: to be with you.