Chapter 9 - 8 Anan, My Home Anan
Gao Chuan returned home from his night shift, dragging his exhausted body back to his empty house, throwing himself onto the sofa as usual, staring blankly at the ceiling in the darkness, his ink-dark pupils merging with the night.
It has been a month since he helped Jiang An with the aftermath of her mother's death. Since then, they have hardly crossed paths. Jiang An continued her studies, and he kept himself busy with his routine hospital work, surgery after surgery, research after research, seemingly mundane yet fulfilling.
Nothing changed because of that girl. Everything was as usual.
Time is enough for one to remember, and also to forget.
He stared vacantly at the ceiling above, like a night sky devoid of stars or moon.
Suddenly, the image of that memorable little face flashed across his mind, its thin lips smiling, its sparkling eyes smiling, and the faint dimples also smiling.
He recalled his conversation with the girl before the funeral began; he was helping her with the attendance list and casually asked about her future plans. He only remembered her silence for a long time before she finally answered, "I still want to go back to school and finish my studies."
She must have given it careful thought at that time since it seemed like she had no other paths to take.
The door switch clicked open, and the crisp sound disrupted Gao Chuan's thoughts. The smiling face in his mind vanished instantly.