Ji Jingcheng happened to discover the private messages that Yan Huan had sent to his private Weibo account over the past ten years:
"Ji Jingcheng, happy birthday."
"Ji Jingcheng, I dreamed of having the moon, but I think I forgot that we're like the sun and moon: we can't be together."
Ji Jingcheng found the chat window in his messages and wrote to Yan Huan, whose messages had never received a reply:
"Yan Huan, the moon grows dim without the sun, just as I do without you."
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Before the concert had even ended, Weibo had already crashed, with all kinds of headlines trending.
At the concert, he said, "My last song is for my girl. She said she regretted never seeing me perform live, so I held this concert to make up for that regret. Yan Huan, you are my moon, too."
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I went for a run today. Do you know how far I ran? I ran a love you shape?