This is a short story.
When Xiaobei came to tell me that Lin Sen was back, I sighed again, fate is really a trick of fate. He came back when I was most unhappy in my marriage, because this was the last thing I wanted him to see.
That sunlit beach, that hillside full of redbuds, that quaint and thick streets, these are all the good things that the boy in my memory once gave me.
We were in love for six years, but he eventually left for another country, leaving me alone in Beijing.
Conception: