The one who constantly argued about leaving was always the one who,

in the end, silently bent down and picked up the porcelain bowl shattered

all over the floor. But the one who truly intended to go simply chose a beautiful,

sunlit afternoon, put on their most frequently worn coat, walked out the door,

and never returned.

He Zhishu was like air and water to Jiang Wenxu.

When indulging his selfish whims,

Jiang Wenxu did not feel a moment’s regret,

but when the day came that he truly lost He Zhishu,

it was too late for repentance.

“Where you go is the corner of the sea and the end of the world that I cannot help but miss.”