"The heart you gave me beat ninety-nine times today."
When he was eighteen years old, Jian Mingsheng fell in love with Xia Zhi. Clumsy secret love, young confession, they thought that life was very long, long enough to be wasted slowly.
At the age of twenty-four, Xia Zhi disappeared. With his heart and the last word he wrote before comatose, he disappeared completely.
Jian Mingsheng has been looking for her for three years. When they reunited at the class reunion, he deliberately appeared in front of her with his new girlfriend, but she smiled and toasted: "Congratulations, you finally have a new girlfriend."
He didn't know that she was always there. Hiding across the road to watch him eat noodles alone, hiding in the hospital corridor secretly wiping tears, hiding in corners where he couldn't see, listening to his heartbeat - the heart that had been beating in her body for three years, one beat after another.
He didn't know that she thought she didn't have long to live. He didn't know that it was his mother who begged her on her knees to leave. He didn't know that the last word he wrote before comatose was her name.
On a rainy night, he knelt on the ground and dialed the number that was always turned off over and over again.
The phone screen lit up with a strange text message:
"The heart you gave me beat ninety-nine times today."
From youth to old age, from two people to four generations.
Those who left never actually left.
They are in the flowers, in the wind, and in the stars.
In the hearts of everyone who loves them.
Being truly liked by someone is a very happy thing.
