Thoughts Will Last Forever

Ten years. It took her ten years to raise a person's soul from a broken light to a complete one. Her blood, her life, the dreams she created every night with her last bit of spiritual power. In the dream, Zhuang Mingzhu was still there, still stuffing her with candied haws, and still saying "bring chicken soup tomorrow" - there was always tomorrow between them. But Lan Yan knows. Tomorrow is the soul she raised in the fan, growing out minute by minute. Tomorrow was the only warm place she still wanted to protect after spending ten years living like a knife. Zhuang Mingzhu doesn't remember her. On the day of their reunion, she stood under the elm tree, like a complete stranger, and asked her name with a smile. Lan Yan held her fan and looked into her eyes. ——Blue smoke