"What if I still don't like you?" Someone asked.
"It's impossible." He glanced at me contemptuously, "It's simply impossible that such a day will happen."
"What if I really don't like you, and I'm still intimate with that so-and-so in front of you? What should you do?" Continue unyielding.
Silence.
"If this is really the case," he changed his usual calmness, his beautiful eyes were full of sadness, "if this is really the case, I will still wait for you, wait for you to look back, wait for you to turn around, and wait for you to find me still behind you one day, standing far away."
Just like waiting for you a long time ago.