"Where the river flows into the sea, there is an insurmountable sandbank, with huge whirlpools rolling up foam, and the wreckage rolling in it. Between the night outside and the lights indoors, memories emerge like a tide. They come from the center of darkness and hit the light, exposing their snow-white belly and silver back, sometimes disappearing and sometimes appearing."
Twenty-year-old Xu Ruchu will still look at that figure like he did ten years ago and say: He is still the man who makes me most heartbroken in the world.