At that moment, my mood was strangely not sad. I suddenly understood Wen Zhi's mood at that moment two years ago, as if some kind of retribution was coming.
I no longer hesitate, I think. I rummaged through my chest and found the cotton-padded jacket that she had laughed at when I first met her many years ago. I put my hands in the pockets on both sides and touched a red ball of yarn.
The image that I ignored came to mind. Wen Zhi's round face smiled carelessly at me, then pulled off the wool ball on the top of her red hat, put it seriously into my hands, looked at me with a smile and said, "Then I'll give this to you as a souvenir!"
And at that moment, there was love in her eyes.