She died in his arms. Before he died, he said one word: "Umbrella." He thought it was an auditory hallucination.
After waking up, he saw a letter on his desk: "There is no need to pursue it." He dug out two green bamboo handkerchiefs, a gold plum blossom jade pendant, and a note that read "Hold on for me." Every spring he wrote a short note with the word "thank you" and sent it to Nancheng. For twenty years, he didn't know who he was writing to. He walked back to the alley on a rainy night, and the tiger's mouth was a little cooler than elsewhere. He held the jade for the rest of his life and did not know who put it away until his death.
She lived for him for a whole year. In his capacity.
The knife that helped him face his political opponents in the court, opened the seventeen "Yi Yuanzhi" notes for him late at night, said the three words that ruined her life for him in the corridor, and then squatted down and bit himself in the tiger's mouth to bleed.
"You were in such pain back then."
Then she wrote a letter with her own hands, leading her fifteen-year-old self back to that dead end. The two disappeared at the same time, leaving no trace.
When he woke up, she was gone.
He knows nothing.
I don't know that she put the umbrella in the bottom of the box. I wonder if one of the two handkerchiefs was embroidered by her. I didn't know that the jade had her fingerprints on the back. He didn't know that the faint mark on the tiger's mouth was evidence that she had hurt him once.
It took her two lifetimes to see clearly - what trapped her was not those three sentences, but the magnanimity he showed when he measured her weight with a soft ruler and then classified her into the "should" grid.
But when she left, she didn't let him know.
He knows nothing.
He didn't know she had been here. Didn't know she had lived for him. He didn't know that she had put all the traces into the old files for him, and then flicked out like a lamp in front of the bronze mirror in the study.
Jade is in his heart. Still warm.
He didn't know who had heated up that level of temperature.
Destiny cannot be explained by God's will. Misunderstanding ends with the truth.
Unfortunately, when the truth arrived, she was no longer there.
Intention: After seeing it clearly, you still choose to move towards the same end point