Lin Wan was 29 years old. It had just been a year since the breakup. She was admitted to graduate school and customized a car with a canopy. She didn't know if this was considered a fresh start, but when summer came, she went to Quanzhou and Fuzhou alone. The story starts here, but it doesn't end yet - she drew a lottery ticket at Guanyue Temple, spent some time in the courtyard of Chuxi Tulou, and drank a bowl of boiling peanut soup in the alleys of Fuzhou late at night.
She's still deleting things. Still crying. You will also see people you shouldn't see in your dreams.
But she also started to save new photos on her phone, started making appointments with friends to see shooting stars next week, and began to think that sitting alone on the beach was no big deal. She was turning page after page of her old chapter, not knowing yet what the next page would be - only to finally no longer be afraid to turn it.
This is a happening story. She is still walking. When you open it, she is walking on a certain road.
Purpose: Healing