I Miss Him

[The print edition goes on preorder on April 13. Weibo: @Mimi Juan] The day she forgot her umbrella, Shen Jingci stood at the office building entrance and saw Chen Chiyu again. He held a black umbrella and leaned against a rugged off-road vehicle. He held his phone to his ear, smiling with a slight curl of his lips. A pretty girl ran under his umbrella, and he hung up. She looked away, her expression faint, and walked toward the car that had just arrived. The moment the window rolled up, the man standing there suddenly looked over. Their eyes met, and Shen Jingci suddenly remembered how she had looked at him long ago. She had watched him be carefree and unruly, watched him be proud and untamable, watched him take off his uniform to reveal the black T-shirt underneath and sink a perfect shot. A fair-skinned girl with red lips and white teeth smiled as she handed him water, while the people around them cheered and teased. He was heaven's favored son, a moon that would never fall, Chen Chiyu, who could never belong to Shen Jingci. They crossed paths again when he smiled and took her glass of wine, saying that girls shouldn't drink too much at night. Neither of them had ever expected to have a relationship as absurd as theirs. They knew their bet had an end date, but still lost themselves in it. The only thing missing from a perfect ending was that on the day Shen Jingci asked to break up, the ash on Chen Chiyu's cigarette suddenly fell. He nodded and gave her a lazy smile. "Got it. I didn't take it seriously either." The spring rain finally stopped. The music in the bar was deafening, and Chen Chiyu's voice was unbearably hoarse. A black, thin-ring tattoo stood out on the girl's slender, pale ring finger. Chen Chiyu's mouth twitched, the corners of his eyes reddened by alcohol. "You lied." "Shen Jingci, love me." The usually high-spirited man bent down and murmured. "Let's make another bet." [After the cicadas sang in the backyard that summer, I had a secret. The rare thing was that I was lucky enough to meet what came later.] Is unrequited love painful? I wrote him in my diary, spoke of him in my words, and hid him in my eyes. [Chen Chiyu, may every year bring you all you wish for.] But later, a line of strong, vigorous handwriting appeared at the long-sealed end of the page: "A favor returned in kind." "Chen Chiyu will marry you." Note: Due to her family circumstances, the heroine has a flawed, awkward personality. *I wrote him in my diary, spoke of him in my words, and hid him in my eyes. Source: the internet. Contact me for removal. -- Please add My Dream of You to your favorites! Lin Zhiwei and Shen Ji became enemies one early summer evening. The ground was muddy after the rain, cicada shells lay scattered beneath the trees, and a speeding car ruined Lin Zhiwei's favorite dress. That was the first time Lin Zhiwei heard of Shen Ji. He didn't fit in with this remote place at all. He wore the simplest black T-shirt, yet stood out far too much. Through the car window, she saw the boy's strong, lean bone structure, the expensive watch on his wrist, and the cold, unapologetic look in his dark eyes as they passed over the hem of her dress. Later, Lin Zhiwei successfully got revenge with a prank: "I'll make him fall for me, then dump him." Everyone thought these two were destined to be enemies for life. But at 3:18 that night, Lin Zhiwei received a text. Shen Ji: "Enjoyed your victory?" "Then next time, you can be my girlfriend." - Many years after they truly parted ways, at the same time, 3:18 in the morning, Lin Zhiwei woke from a dream. Cold air blew in and drove away her sleepiness. Her call went through in the dark, met by the cold, hollow sound of an automated message. At the end of the line, she heard his voice, cool and aloof, emotionless yet familiar, overlapping with the voice in her dream. "Who is this?" He sounded weary and impatient. Lin Zhiwei paused for a second, skipped his question, and spoke on her own. "I dreamed you said you missed me." After she spoke, there seemed to be silence, then it was torn apart. The person on the other end scoffed, mocking her without mercy. "After all these years, that's still the only trick you have." She said nothing. Only her breathing mixed with the faint crackle of static. In the night, his warning came in a hoarse, furious voice as he called her by name. "Lin Zhiwei, what did I tell you back then?" "No one's going to feel sorry for you this time." Theme: Nothing is impossible