The car stopped near Lujiazui in Pudong, Shanghai. After paying the fare, I walked towards the Oriental Pearl Tower. My pace gradually slowed down and I looked up at the Oriental Pearl Tower not far away. It was still as bright and beautiful as I remembered.
Lin Xiner stood quietly and watched for a while, then couldn't help but pick up the pocket watch hanging around her neck, and unconsciously rubbed the pattern on it gently.
His eyes were slightly closed and his red lips were slightly parted: "Hongwei, it's been five years, how are you?"
An incomprehensible sentence floated out from the thin lips, as if he was mumbling to himself or talking about the smiling face in his memory.
"If I had been braver, would the outcome have been different?" Lin Xiner often asked herself this until Li Hongwei left.
That year, their whole family immigrated to another country. She thought he would never come back, and she left the place where they knew each other.