I rarely get to visit the room Lin Yanyan had as a boy, and there I unexpectedly came across a love letter he'd written as a teenager. It didn't even have a recipient's name on it. Before I could get jealous, he told me who the letter was meant for.
“Was this letter written to... me?”
When I met his smiling eyes, it suddenly dawned on me.
“So you liked me even back then?”
“I still do.” I heard him say, “I only love you.”
