Chapter 1 Introduction
She remembered him because of the mole at the corner of his brow;
He remembered her, simply because she was her.
Every fleeting encounter eventually becomes a story in memories,
And you are the conclusion of my story.
————Epigraph.
Spring of 1994.
The sky was overcast, the city filled with green willows and poplars, and the air teemed with fluffy catkins.
On the steps of the Court, a scrawny little girl sat, barely five years old, wearing a yellowed white sweater. The oversized sweater enveloped her thin and delicate body, making her look like a paper figure floating in the wind, as though a slightly stronger gust could carry her away.
The girl's haircut was evidently done at home, a neat, round cut just covering her ears, her hair was very black, but the quality was poor—dry and brittle, and the wind made it a complete mess.