My wish is to go to Xiamen and watch the sea with Lin Zijia, but he left in such a hurry.
"Jiajia! Lin Zijia! Will we see each other again?" I wanted to catch up and ask him to his face, just like I used to whisper in his ear, but that was only a wish.
"We will." He stopped and smiled faintly.
"Then... could that day come a little sooner...?" I gathered my courage to ask again. My voice was tiny, but I still hoped he could hear me.
Lin Zijia had already turned around. He waved to me over his shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd.
Theme: Youth. Meeting you was a stroke of luck.
