The phone was out of battery, vibrated with a "buzz" sound, and then lay silently in my hand.
I don't know if the last message was sent or not.
Day 16 after breaking up.
Qingluo was sitting in the cafe. The winter jasmine flowers had just bloomed outside. Some peach blossoms were still in buds and had not yet bloomed. Snow fell one after another. The air was inexplicably depressing, but the flowers did not decline and were still blooming on their own.
A young couple was taking photos under the peach blossoms outside the window. For some reason, when Qingluo saw the girl smiling, he thought of "human faces complementing the peach blossoms." The girl was shivering from the cold, so she nuzzled into the boy's arms and walked away snuggling close to him.
He Qingluo was counting in his mind, how long had that person been with Qing Huan?
Seven years. From the beginning of college to the graduation of graduate school, seven years later, they were still scattered among the crowd.