Evening Wind and Fog Are Also Waiting for You

Seventeen-year-old Su Wu hid her secret love in the cracks of her draft paper. Gu Xinghe, her deskmate, was her unique gentle evening breeze throughout her youth. An overnight farewell without warning, and six years of isolation between mountains and seas, she forced herself to put down her obsessions and leave for a foreign country. When she returned, the former young man had become a chief architect in the industry that everyone looked up to. We met again in the same office, right next to each other's work station. His eyes were as indifferent as a stranger's, deliberately avoiding the past and using a polite distance to draw a clear line. A bottle of mineral water placed quietly, a careful reference to the drawings, and a whisper that exposed her timidity could not hide his deliberately suppressed softness; Wen Wan, the benefactor who had been with him overseas for six years, stood between the two. Old changes, involuntary debts, and difficulties that could not be confessed, trapped them in layers of shackles. He obviously still remembers all her likes and dislikes, but he pushes her away repeatedly; she obviously has not let go, but she pretends to be decent and distant. Sweetness is the silent preference in childhood and subconscious favoritism in adulthood; abuse is six years of blank time, misunderstandings abound, kindness is hard to repay, and love cannot be acknowledged. After six years of human life, Su Wu understood that Gu Xinghe's indifference was never about forgetfulness, but about not daring to give up his sincere self-protection easily despite the scars all over his body. The evening breeze still flows through the sycamore trees along the riverside. Can the heartbeat that was hidden by the desk back then overcome the barriers of time and rush to the same galaxy again?