The departure of Zhu Ma seemed to have taken away half of my life. In those years, I clutched the ticket for the American airlines and put my thoughts into every takeoff and landing, until at an altitude of 30,000 feet, I met a pair of eyes that almost overlapped with his.
But the owner of these eyes took me away from the familiar campus - our destination was a manor with roses growing all over the mountain.
I thought it was a continuation of an unfinished story, but when I turned around, I caught Song Huaizhi's gaze.
The old scars have not yet been healed, but new waves have arisen. Those obsessions hidden in the folds of the ticket will eventually find their answers between roses and new knowledge.
Intention: Farewell and rebirth