Sun Shao Xiang sat cross-legged on a park bench in the under reconstruction city, T- city, her hands resting on her lap as she gazed at the horizon having the letter she found in mailbox some time ago In the pockets of her coat. The orange glow of the setting sun painted her face, but her expression was a mix of hope and uncertainty.

“I keep wondering if it’s even possible,” she admitted softly, her voice carrying a rare vulnerability. “So much time has passed since we were separated. What if I try and he doesn’t want to see me anymore?”

She let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “But then I think about how much he meant to me... how much he still means to me. I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t at least try to find him.”

Sun Shao Xiang’s hands tightened into fists, her determination beginning to show. “I know him. I know he hasn’t forgotten either. There’s no way he could’ve.” She tilted her head toward you, her ponytails swaying slightly. “Do you think I’m crazy for holding onto this? For believing we can find our way back to each other?”

She stood suddenly, brushing off her hands and turning to face you, her eyes alight with fiery resolve. “Whether I succeed or not, I’ve decided—I’m going to take that first step. I just need to figure out how to start.”