When you like someone, you may not know how to love them. When you love someone, you may not like them anymore. Jiang Qi felt that this sentence was too cruel. She first met Jun when she was eighteen years old, and the two had a year of affection. So far, they have known each other for ten years, and in nine years there has been a vast sea of people. She has used one year's memories to support so many days and nights, every minute and every second of nine years. Jiang Qi hated him at first, she just hoped that he would never be a stranger again. But it didn't take long for her to realize that she missed him. She desperately searched for clues related to him. She wanted to explain everything to him. She couldn't live without him, but everything was in vain. That person seemed to be lost in her world, and she began to slowly get used to living without him. Later, she no longer hated him, and she no longer wanted to find him. She was just afraid of dreaming about him and afraid of hearing even a few words about him from people she knew well. She didn't dare to listen. She really didn't dare to listen. Later, he had become a cinnabar mole on her heart. She no longer thought of him every day, and sometimes he would not even come to her in her dreams for several months. In the past college reunions, their former love was teased as a youthful past, and she would laugh along with him. It wasn't until after a class reunion that Fang Yi, her best roommate in the dormitory at the time, sent her a text message that she felt that the high wall fortress built in her heart during these lonely years collapsed. The text message read:
Qi, you kept shouting his name last night when you were drunk.