Qiao Zhizhi never thought that she, a staunch materialist, would turn into a transparent little ghost after her death.
Nor did he expect to see Duan Hansheng, who was belatedly arriving, at his funeral.
After not seeing him for many years, he had lost his youthful and frail appearance. His lean and tall figure was leaning against the wall, as silent as a tight string.
In the deserted corner, my eyes were quietly red.
Qiao Zhizhi vaguely remembered the snowy night when Duan Hansheng went to England many years ago. The man stood under the dim street lights, with speckled snow particles stuck to his hair and eyelashes. He clutched a ticket tightly in his hand and said with red eyes: "I never want to see you again."
But he didn't expect that his words would become a prophecy.
The reunion after many years was already separated by yin and yang.
Timid and sensitive girl & cold-tongued young man
Concept: Forgetting the backside of light