When I was lost in thought, the cake master I called for arrived.

It was in this house where I had lived for 9 years that I began to learn how to make my first cake for the child I never had the chance to give birth to.

A sea-blue cake, layered with white cream, resembling the sea of Boracay.

I remember Qin Shi once told me that if we ever had a child, on the day we found out the news, we would make a cake like this together.

At that time, I drew a design, setting the sea-blue tone for the cake, while Qin Shi came up with a brilliant idea to stack the cream like waves.

Now, I have made this cake.

But, Qin Shi, where are you?

I put the finished cake in the fridge and left a note:

Regardless, Qin Shi, when you see this cake, please light a candle for our child.

After completing all this, I cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the living room.

I sat there blankly until evening.

I watched the sun set from the window, then saw the moon rise from outside the window.

And then, I understood, the person I was waiting for, he's not coming back.

His 9 years of tenderness far exceeded the 9 years I settled for.

Goodbye, Qin Shi.

I got up, dragged my suitcase, and as I walked to the sideboard, I saw a photo of Qin Shi and me.

In this house, there was no longer any trace of us together.

Give this photo to him.

Tear it up or throw it in the trash, I don't mind.

Because my heart has sunk to the bottom of the sea.