Please Don't Write the Ending for Me

She sells flowers on the first floor. He writes tragedies on the second floor. Lin Zhi opened the door of the flower shop every day and handed out bunches of roses, lisianthus, daisies and those unspeakable words to others. Shen Du sat under the lamp on the second floor every day and wrote the misses, losses, lack of time and unsatisfaction sentence by sentence into the novel. She believed that if the flowers withered, they would bloom again tomorrow. He believed that the story would be gentle at the beginning but painful at the end. Until one rainy night, she saw his outline. It turns out that in his story, she had already failed, the flower shop closed down, and spring never came back. She didn't cry. Just say to him: "Don't write the ending for me." Later, for the first time, Shen Du's new book did not have an ending. Because he found that the flower shop downstairs still had lights on. The woman he wrote into the tragedy still opened the door the next day.