Gu Zhuo Case kept his hands tucked in the pockets of his tattered jacket, standing motionless at the entrance of the bookstore. His mood was oppressive and heavy, as if all the air had been drawn out of his lungs.
Despite just standing still, the surroundings felt like towering walls pressing down on him.
Tall power poles, the intertwined electrical grid above the city, row upon row of shuttered shop doors—everything in view was ordinary, yet it left him breathless.
In the early morning, a cool breeze swept by, carrying the faint sounds of cicadas.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, slowly lifted his head to face the bookstore in front of him, glanced at the sign of "Broly Bookstore" overhead, and then looked inside through the glass door.
The silhouette behind the counter gradually overlapped with his memory of Su Wei from the side.
It might as well be the same person.
More than ten years had passed.
