I Really Don't Like You Anymore

“I... like you...”

Su Qi woke from her dream once again. His slightly shy, uncertain voice rang in her ear, as if he were saying those words just for her.

For the first two or three years, those words kept appearing in Su Qi’s dreams. His deep voice had once been her favorite, but now it had spoken such a cruel sentence.

Now, eight years later, she rarely has that dream anymore, or remembers anything connected to him.

Why would she dream of it again tonight? Why does it still make her feel a little sad?