99Th Like

Jiang Zhiwan: I have counted the number of times the wind blew your hair, remembered the curve of your eyes when you laughed, and collected all the weather and chance encounters related to you. Those heart-pounding moments are real, and the deliberate lingering behind every "coincidence" is also real. But what's more real than these is that I finally understand - to like someone is not to own her light, but to be a quiet night sky on her way to pursue the light. So this is the ninety-ninth time and the first time: I no longer say "I like you", but I want to say - you want to be happy. Song Juexiao