My wish was to go to Xiamen with Lin Zijia to see the sea, but he left in a hurry.
"Jiajia! Lin Zijia! Will we meet again?" I wanted to catch up with him and ask him personally, just like whispering in his ear before, but that was just a thought.
"Yes." He stopped and smiled.
"Then, can that day come soon..." I mustered up the courage to continue asking, my voice was very low, but I still hoped he could hear me.
Lin Zijia had turned around, waved her hand behind my back, and disappeared into the sea of people.
Intention: Youth, meeting is luck.