After he left, she stayed at the bookstore for six years.
He came back with blueprints for street demolition.
She said: Take it apart.
He said: I guarantee it.
But if you can protect the street, you can't protect what his father did back then.
He resigned, but she didn't stop him.
The night the store was splashed with red paint, two people squatted at the door and wiped it until dawn.
Later the store was saved.
They didn't hold a wedding, they just had a meal at the door.
She stood under the dim light and thought: It turns out that all these years, what she has been waiting for is not an apology.
Someone is willing to accompany her to clean the wall.
Intention: What is torn down are bricks and tiles, but what is kept is the glimmer of light in people's hearts.