Between dreaming and waking, between you and me
Ji Xingyan always felt like the expired love letter that had not been opened, but Meng Zhaoguang always stood in the sun.
On the night of high school graduation, Meng Zhaoguang confessed in a low voice in the noisy crowd, but Ji Xingyan held an umbrella and turned around and disappeared into the rain.
Ten years later, when they reunited in the cafe, she fiddled with her wedding ring on her ring finger and tapped the dessert with her fingertips: "I heard you've had a good life these years?"
Ji Xingyan looked at the small mole under Meng Zhaoguang's gentle eyes under his lenses, thinking of countless days when he hid in the corner of the bookstore and peeped at her.
When they finally sat side by side on the steps of the university, the faded ticket revealed the secret:
It says "Zhaoguang Station - Xingyan Station, rebooking office: the third window is waiting for you."
It's a pity that time has been like that speeding train, taking away the figure that has been standing quietly outside the window for ten years.
Secret love, misplaced timing, overthinking and cowardice in the adult world, the cage of self-imposed limitations, the unreliability and reconstruction of memory.
Purpose: cherish the present moment
