The bookshelves were filled with books, and she walked over, her fingers quickly scanning through them for any notes or documents, but found nothing. She hurried into the bedroom where his clothes were neatly arranged in the wardrobe, along with the bathrobe and several outfits he had prepared for her. On the bedside table, there was their photo together. On the green lawn, the youthful versions of him and her, though in the same photo, seemed worlds apart. In a moment of impulse, she opened the frame and even searched inside, but found nothing except for a few elegant characters on the back of the photo: Never to be separated. Her nose tingled, feeling the baby move gently inside her. She opened the drawer, and what caught her eye was a beautiful box. She remembered this was a gift he had given her, containing a pair of couple’s cell phones, with a sky and cloud theme. He wanted to get a pair of matching phone numbers for the couple, but unfortunately, he managed to find 555 for his phone, while her 777 remained elusive, so the phones could never be used. It was like their fate, set in stone from the very beginning, destined to be apart despite the distance. She opened the box; both phones were still there. The white phone was quietly nestled in its original spot in the box, while the blue one was casually tossed inside, as if someone had tampered with it. It was as if one person was still waiting at the same place, while the other had drifted far away. Looking at the two phones, her emotions began to surge, a vague sense of melancholy silently emerged. The sweetness and surprise of those times had turned into today’s poignant nostalgia. She picked up the blue phone, surprisingly, there was a SIM card in it, and it could still be turned on. She dialed a number subconsciously, and in the contacts list, there was only one name saved: “Heart’s Darling,” with the last three digits of the number being 777. Her breath caught for a moment, her heart skipped a beat. In the outbox, there was an unsent message: “I always thought there was only one thing that might make me give up on you; actually, there’s also death.” Tears burst forth, blurring her vision. He had said, “I’ve never asked anything of you in my life; this is the one thing I’m asking you, wait for me for half a year.” ——End of the Story——
Epilogue: Shen Nuo stared in amazement, eyes wide, “Mom, your belly moved! Is it the little brother doing flips in there?” Xu Ke smiled as she touched her belly, “Maybe it’s a little sister.” Shen Nuo immediately pouted, “Mom, I don’t want a little sister.” “Why?” “A brother can play war games with me; a sister will be delicate and cry.” Xu Ke laughed, ruffling his soft, black hair, her gaze drifting to the lawn. The April sun was gentle and warm, and a man was mowing the lawn. She watched the figure intently and softly said, “Go play war games with your dad.”
