Small Candlelight

"Still not seeing him?" Just like the summer when I met him, Qiao Zhu was wearing dark blue clothes with blue and white stripes on the back. She was looking into the distance on this sultry, empty and airtight mud ground, silent and not answering, her eyes dim, as if hanging by one breath, the blazing heat of that year had disappeared. Zhou Yu searched all the shops, bought candles, and personally engraved the words Qiao Zhu and Zhou Yu on each candle. Regardless of anyone's obstruction, he spelled out the sentence "You are my eternal candlelight" outside the police station gate, just like his last stubbornness.