The first time she met him was on a snowy winter night. She and her roommate walked arm in arm along the road between the dormitory building and the playground. He walked alone from the opposite side in a black coat. As he walked, he took out a cigarette, guarded it with his left hand, and lit it with his right hand.
This scene can be replayed like a movie, imprinted in my mind, but I can't reach out and touch it. I have recalled it so many times that I can't believe whether many of the details are real or whether I made them up and deceived myself.