Chen Sixui listened to countless people's stories at night, but could not understand Wang Nan's meaning.
During the day, she was a flawless top student in Hong Kong Chinese, rational, self-disciplined, and restrained, the pride of her family; at night, she indulged in alcohol and madness, as if she was trying to break free from some invisible shackles. She smiled and asked him late at night: "What should I drink if I want to forget reality?"
Chen Sixui knew that her day and night were two extreme worlds, and he was just a ferry for her short stay. He thought his gentleness could be her support, but when she sank again and again, he realized that some people cannot be saved, and some feelings are destined not to reach the light.
She was like a trance dream, dazzling when she came, but silent when she left.
Years later, he still remembered that night, with the lights flickering and her whispering at the bar: "How long will you remember me?"
He looked at her, his voice gentle but firm——
"Day and night."
Intention: If fate has no solution, are we still willing to burn briefly in the dark night?