Chapter Three: A Love Already Written

Lin Wan did not know him then, but found the book in the hospital corridor. “Impossible. I met Xubai three years ago.” “Yes. Three years ago.” Gu Chenzhou took a burned scrap from his wallet. In Lin Wan's handwriting it said: Zhou Xubai will live, and four years from now, he will love me. “Because that is what you wrote.” “Why would I make a stranger love me?” “That is the question you should be asking. Not why you cannot hear him, but why the woman you were seven years ago knew her future self would need a man she could not hear.” When Lin Wan returned to the studio, Tang Li was waiting, pale-faced. All three paper records remained, but their first sentence had changed. August 15. Lin Wan and Zhou Xubai have been to Iceland.