There are still a hundred miles to go before sleep. There are still years to wait before we can meet again.
Everyone has their own humility. Just as excessive sunlight melts snow away, the person I hold in my heart, lofty and far above me like a cloud, is the one I love.
Their story began in the summer of 2005, just like the summer when she first saw him at the age of six: noisy, scorching, the air restless with the moisture of all things boiling away into vapor.
But this time, she was twenty-three and he was twenty-five. There were no incessantly chirping cicadas, no old banyan trees with deep roots and thick foliage casting shade over the whole military compound, no blazing sunlight pouring down in patches.
That year, Yuan Xianghe Law Firm had only recently been founded and was beginning to make a name for itself. Its three partners were still unmarried workaholics who did everything themselves and worked endless overtime. He Yichen, the handsome young lawyer, was still hung up on the relationship that had ended without resolution after his disastrous university years. He never spoke of it, but often stood in the most conspicuous places, gazing up at the clouds. Old Yuan was not old yet, and Wang Laowu was still striving for diamonds. And you, Xiang Heng, what were you like?
Do you know how delighted that strange girl was when you walked toward her through a dark world of loud music and shifting figures, where happiness and desire were hard to tell apart? It was you, after all.
Hello, my name is Jiang Xueyin.
Xiang Heng, I like you.
Like a letter from a strange woman.
For so many years, never forgotten.
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