She did not notice him. She got into the car and drove away, dissolving into the shimmering haze of the Beijing afternoon. And he remained standing in the parking lot, realizing that all of this had already happened — this meeting, and this flight, and this bitterness — and all of this would inevitably repeat again, because in some stories the finale is written at the very beginning, and the heroes are doomed to eternally return to the point where their roads parted forever
