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When Lin Wanru came out of the supermarket, she was carrying two bags of vegetables, the plastic bags making her fingers red. The afternoon sun in April was just right, and she habitually walked towards the bus stop, but stopped at the traffic lights at the intersection. Not because of the red light, but because of the man sitting in front of the glass window of the coffee shop across the street. He was engrossed in looking at something, and the outline of his profile looked particularly clear in the afternoon light. Lin Wanru stood there stunned, and the image of the boy in the white shirt who was always in the university campus fifteen years ago flashed in her mind.