What Should I Do If I've Been Rejected 99 Times and Still Won't Give Up?

What kept her going like this? If you ask He Yao, He Yao can't figure it out either.

He wasn't even that wonderful. He wasn't strikingly handsome, and he might not have had a particularly special soul. But just standing there, he made her want to get closer.

What is love? It's the corners of her mouth lifting whenever she looks at him, the way her voice rises unconsciously when she speaks, her finger hesitating over the send button in the chat box, and the girlish longing to draw near even as she dares not. That's what He Yao thought.

Later, she wandered alone and aimlessly through the streets of an unfamiliar city, walking tens of thousands of steps. At the hotel, she stayed awake until dawn, afraid to sleep while waiting for a message that might never come. The streetlights stretched her shadow long. When the wind blew, she suddenly thought: Some people are like isolated islands. You swim toward them with all your strength, and they quietly retreat with the tide. You turn away with red-rimmed eyes, ready to leave, and they light a tiny flame far in the distance.

She watched that glimmer and walked for a long time.

He said she wasn't lively enough, so before meeting him, she drank an entire bottle of strong liquor. Maybe only when she was out of her mind could she dare wrap her arms around his waist, press her head to his chest, and feel that brief moment of happiness.

Her friends scolded her for being out of her mind and asked why she had to hang herself from a single tree. She asked herself the same thing. Why?

Written for everyone who has ever gone crazy, been brave, and loved without hesitation for "that person." When you're young, who hasn't acted on impulse at least once?