Banana Island

One year after the breakup, Chen Nian is still writing about the same person. At that time, she dismissed everything as inappropriate, but just having a reason that did not belong to her voice seemed not enough for her. So, she began to try to see those days again through his eyes. Little by little, she tasted what he didn't say, like a piece of black chocolate, it was bitter and melted slowly. She belatedly recognized that it was love, and belatedly recognized where the end of that love was. Then at some point she put down her pen. In those moments when she finally saw clearly, she seemed to vaguely see his half of the screen, which was lit, but she still couldn't see clearly what was running on it. Chen Nian, as of this writing, you may still not have the answer. But Chen Nian, thank you, thank you for staying where I am, thank you for pardoning my innocence, thank you for saving me again and again. On the coastline in those two years, the ebb and flow of tides was the norm. You should follow the tide and go deeper, toward the open. Looking back is not the shore, the shore is in front of you. Chen Nian, you have stayed where you are for long enough. Give him back the banana island. Return the hot and cold dishes, the unopened adapter cable, and the song he didn't finish listening to - all back to him. You are not here to repay your debt, you are here to repay yourself. You are fine. It's been good.