Do you know?
How many people watch you where you cannot see them? They take in every frown and every turn of your lips, as naturally as the May breeze, the June rain, the July sun, or an August ice cream bar.
Perhaps this moment is the link where this long story comes to an end. Though the break is rather deep, and one link might not be enough to hold it, there's no need to hurry. If one link breaks, countless strands of new links are waiting.
What we call a chain.
Looking back later, Fang Weiai summed it up: "It's simply the feelings between us."
Ji Jing: "I hear you're good at Chinese. Describe our feelings, then. Hmm?"
Fang Weiai: "...Unceasing?"
Ji Jing: "..."
Fang Weiai: "Impossible to sever, impossible to sort out?"
Ji Jing: "That sounds so miserable. We're not Lin Daiyu and Jia Baoyu."
Fang Weiai: "Fine. If I have to describe it, then it's like a circus at night."
Ji Jing smiled without saying a word.
On the night before he left, Ji Jing asked Fang Weiai, "A Xing, when I leave, will you always remember me?"
Fang Weiai: "Of course. It's not like you're leaving for good."
"How clearly will you remember me?"
"Hmm... As clearly as I remember how many days it's been since I washed my hair."
Ji Jing fell silent.
Fang Weiai: "All these thoughts in my head are because of you."
Ji Jing: "If fate hadn't thrown us together by chance, I might only have liked you, not loved you."
Luckily, fate arranged it this way. To me, you are like water to a watering can, like rice to a lunchbox. Without you, nothing is complete.
