When I was fifteen years old, Xia Ji held my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, just follow me."
I believed it and followed it for twelve years.
She was my sister, my idol, and my secret throughout my adolescence.
I remember the smell of her shampoo, my breathing as she slept, and her weight on my shoulders after every cry.
But she doesn't remember me.
She only remembers me as her sister, the Wenwen who is always waiting for her.
She changed boyfriends one after another, from classmates to rich second generation, from innocent to wooing girls.
She said: "Wenwen, you want everything. I can't give it to you."
I said the most hurtful things and then disappeared for three years.
When we meet again, we will play a couple.
I was chasing her in the scene, but she was chasing me outside the scene.
She gave me handmade carpets and custom-made microphones. She sent me a nine-square grid at midnight on my birthday saying "28 years old, you are here."
Her pampering is everything she asks for, and she is so romantic that everyone can envy her.
They said: "Xia Ji is so kind to Wen Yu."
I also thought that this time was different.
Until she discovered that there was another person's engagement contract hidden on her ring finger.
It turns out that from beginning to end, I was the one waiting for summer.
Waiting for a hug that never comes.
Waiting for someone who never belonged to me.
Later someone asked me: How long can you love someone?
I said: a long, long, long time.
Long enough for her taste to become his own habit, long enough for her name to be engraved in her bones and blood, long enough for her to have no regrets even if she knew the outcome.
