She rushed to the darkroom and opened the door. Her eyes first touched the darkness. She didn't even want to spend a few seconds adapting to the darkness. Instead, she turned on the light directly.

On one wall of the darkroom, there are pictures of Edward's work and his most unsatisfactory work. Even the most unsatisfactory works, he did not want to discard more, but hung them up, stacked one by one on the wall, so put a thick pile.

She looked around, and everything had not been moved, as if they were rooted in it. No matter how vicissitudes of the world, they would always be here, confirming the...