The unfinished painting, the unseen aurora, the unspoken farewell
Wen Liao is an emergency physician.
Late one night after her shift, she saw the face of her lover Su Yanhui on the surface of the mouthwash cup - eyes closed, wearing a white skirt she had never seen before, as clear as a posthumous photo.
Later, she verified that a dying person would leave such a reflection in the reflection.
Right every time.
Including Su Yanhui.
She didn't say. I took a long vacation and cooked, took photos, and took notes every day to accompany her on her final journey. Su Yanhui was still planning the Aurora in Iceland. Wen Liao said "ok" over and over again, her hands shaking in the quilt.
Su Yanhui walked in the early morning, still holding her waist in his arms.
That winter, Wen Liao went to Iceland and saw the aurora for her.
Then on the first snowy night, I left a note:
"I'm here to keep my appointment."
Intention: Even though I know the end is coming, I still accompany you to the end.