The fifth year away from home.

　　Our design company finally got on track.

　　My design work has won a prestigious award overseas.

　　Destiny finally stood by my side.

　　I welcomed the dawn amidst the sounds of the coast.

　　But I can no longer find Peichen.

　　He hasn't contacted me for a long time, and for a whole year, I had no news from him.

　　That's how war correspondents are.

　　Even if they are exposed in front of the camera, they can be laughing and joking one day, and forever stay on that battlefield the next.

　　I couldn't reach Peichen, and I felt an anxious emotion that I haven't felt in a long time.

　　Since when did I care so much about Peichen? It was because he persistently sent me letters.

　　It was because he occasionally borrowed a military phone from the war zone amidst the artillery fire to chat with me.

　　It was because he sent me those photos he took, all at once.

　　He said, "Lin Xia, if one day I'm no longer here." "Help me organize and publish it, okay?" ...

　　When I came to my senses, I had used all my connections.

　　I read the letters he wrote to me over and over again.

　　But, Peichen has been missing for too long.

　　Does being with Peichen make people unlucky? Peichen disappeared, but my luck actually improved.

　　The company grew bigger and my status in the fashion industry kept rising.

　　It's as if there was an invisible hand pulling me up.

　　This rising joy is what I had been looking forward to.

　　But I was engulfed in a sense of loneliness that no one shared.

　　On New Year's Eve, I walked alone on the streets of London.

　　In fact, in recent years, the British have been quite keen on celebrating Chinese New Year.

　　There are even red lanterns hanging on some streets.

　　But this united festival has no meaning for me.

　　I walked with my head down until I saw a pair of leather shoes in front of me.

　　I don't know why, but at that moment, all my anger, resentment, and grievances from being in a foreign land erupted.

　　I stared at the man in front of me.

　　I pushed him.

　　While pushing, I asked him, "Where have you been?" "Huh? I'm asking you, where did you go?" "You couldn't have told me?" "To send a letter, a few pieces of paper, is it that difficult?" "Do you know, I thought, I thought you..." I didn't say the rest of the words.

　　Because he suddenly embraced me.

　　How long has it been since I hugged someone? So much so that when I raised my hand, his warmth felt unreal.

　　"I'm sorry," he said in a hoarse voice.

　　"When I was reporting in the Syrian war zone, I was kidnapped by the local armed forces." He rested his chin on my shoulder and gently rubbed my head with his fingers.

　　"We were held captive by the local warlords for nine months," "I still feel scared, Lin Xia." "Those officers killed people in front of us, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid..." "Afraid that I will never see you again." "..." Fireworks suddenly burst in the sky.

　　All my words of complaint inexplicably swallowed back.

　　I just held onto his coat tightly.

　　I just didn't know.

　　What else can I keep?