The recordings captured the nearly 300 days since she left, his voice diaries.
[Li Qiyu, it's the third day since you left. Good morning, I open my eyes and start missing you.]
Bo Yeyuan sat on the stone edge of the fountain, having waited the entire night, as the church bells chimed every hour on the hour.
He didn't feel tired at all; compared to the endless waiting of that year, he was at least happy tonight, even if his death sentence had a deadline.
[Used to your scent, holding you as I fell asleep... A week of insomnia, nerves on edge.]
Bo Yeyuan waited for yet another whole day. He sat in the same spot, motionless, like a statue merged with the fountain. The entire square was under martial law, with no one moving about, only the brilliant jets of water splashing, the candles had all burned down to nothing.
Bo Yeyuan squinted his eyes as the sense of happiness in his blood began to congeal, as if poisoned, slowly eroding him with time.
