The Postman and the Rainy Season That Never Came

Blurb

1. If Shi Ye had known how deeply she would come to love Sui Xiangyu, she thinks, she shouldn't have played with fire so recklessly when they first met and scared her away.

But at twenty-eight, she's at just the right age to know how to cherish someone. She's bold and free-spirited, yet when she pursues someone, she does it with quiet patience.

2. Later, Sui Xiangyu took the soft measuring tape from Shi Ye's hands herself.

It turned out she'd fallen for her sooner than she thought.

More lasting than the imprint of an embrace

is the collective collapse of temperature-sensitive yarn threaded with hidden stitches,

from mint blue to burgundy red,

recording the breath's journey from disarray to ordered harmony.

3. Sui Xiangyu looks at Shi Ye, bent over the design table revising her work, and says, "It's late. Go to bed."

Exhausted, Shi Ye leans back and takes Sui Xiangyu's palm, kissing it. "You go ahead. I haven't finished drawing the TPU support frame."

Sui Xiangyu bends down and nuzzles the side of her neck and shoulder. In a muffled voice, she says, "There's a more important support structure you haven't explored yet. Want me to help?"

4. "The sly postman is good at finding blank spaces. With a fingertip pressed to the postmark, in the downpour of the rainy season, he bites into the paper, pressing down with perfect precision again and again, leaving behind an inked bond."

From The Postman's Diary

*A bold, passionate designer x a gentle, beautiful, honest woman [unrequited love becomes mutual love / HE]

*The full manuscript is complete at about 180,000 Chinese characters. Thank you for your support.

Theme: In her eyes, love means still being able to bring out the original colors of their first encounter in each other, even after the passion has faded.