The Tide Has Not yet Been Sent

After Pei Xiyue's evening self-study, she always walks home along Victoria Harbor. The blue and white school uniform was washed white, and her schoolbag contained her mother's pickled vegetable lunch box. She stepped on the slippery stone slabs of Sham Shui Po and watched the lights on the other side spread into a starry river - she had walked this road for six years. The night Tai Ming Lee's McLaren broke down at the dock was purely accidental. He was leaning on the guardrail to smoke and saw a girl holding an exercise book running quickly with her head lowered. Later, he always "broke down" at similar times, so she secretly counted his car lights and hid the sunglasses cloth he left on the bench. She thought he was responding. Until one day, while she was squatting in a tea restaurant waiting for free barbecued pork rice, she looked up and saw him laughing and chatting about the yacht with his friends. The flash of the watch on his wrist made her eyes hurt. She lowered her head to pick up the rice, and the soup dripped onto her school uniform. Later I heard that he went to Cambridge and later got married. Pei Xiyue put the sunglasses cloth into her diary and continued walking along the coastline. The sound of the waves is still there, but I can no longer wait for the broken down car. ——Her secret love is the sound of tide hidden in her schoolbag, never sent