In the end, she went on a walk after getting changed.
She did not know how far had walked while observing the landscape, looking as a child strutted on the streets while holding both his parents' hand, glancing at a group of friends being loud in a cafe.
She just kept walking until her footsteps came to a halt in front of a tattoo parlour and she stood in front of it for a long time before she stepped inside.
'A heart.' she had told the tattoo artist who asked her what kind of design she wanted.
'What kind of heart? Let me show you the designs…'
'Just scribble it. I want a messy heart.'
Just like the mess he had left in her heart.
And while the tattoo artist had looked at her in surprise and curiosity, her 22-year-old self gifted herself the permission to think about the person whom she had not thought about since the day she did not find him in Beijing Medical school he promised to come.
