I had never found the meaning of life.
Loyalty, faith, hope...
Things more important than other people's lives.
I usually just laughed them off and paid them no mind.
But surely everyone lives for something.
I thought back on the few short years of my life.
Maybe I was alive for Mo Zhongyi.
"Zhongyi, Mo Zhongyi."
One afternoon, sunlight fell over us.
As I said his name, I smiled for no reason.
He looked at me with some confusion.
"Should people like you, or should they dislike you?" I teased.
He smiled too. "That depends on what they think."
"Is that so? Then Wen He likes Mo Zhongyi."
My name is Wen He. On that afternoon in 2188, I found the meaning of life that belonged to me.
Note: This is a romance with no children, told in first person, with understated feelings.
Theme: Everything in the future is full of unknowns, including whether we'll still love each other tomorrow. Anything is possible.
