When 24-year-old Chen Mo met 19-year-old Xia Xue, the glass door of the startup company was reflecting the light of midsummer. The crescent scar on her index finger and the fragrance of gardenia in her hair became the yardstick for measuring his love for the rest of his life. Over a distance of 2,062 kilometers, he sent 2,062 boxes of seafood snacks, drew the π symbol wearing glasses on the logistics list, and calculated the decay period of his thoughts numerically. On the night of the COVID-19 lockdown, he drove across three provinces to deliver masks. Due to hypoglycemia, he booked a ticket to Sichuan in the early morning but canceled it. All the unsaid deep feelings are hidden in 355/113 written in Norwegian eternal moss and microscopic pen. Seven years later, the war in Eastern Europe engulfed his satellite phone, but Xia Xue's wedding dress was decorated with crystal vines he sent anonymously. When the last express delivery number stopped at "No such person found", those unopened Longjing crisps and the heartbeats in the shells finally became a conjecture that has not yet been proven by the mathematical community - the love that is closest to eternity is always infinitely close but unfinished.
Intent: to interpret the true meaning of emotion with unsent love: unfinished affection is more eternal than perfection. Through restraint and protection across time and space (delivery/mathematical symbols), destiny tempering (epidemic/separation) and silent game, it is shown that love is the vine of the soul - growing in the 2062-kilometer gap, using regret to achieve perfection. Using images such as gardenias, π values, and crescent scars, it reveals that in the age of science and technology, the unspoken mind has been tempered by life and death, and finally becomes an eternal existence that transcends secular definitions.