As I stared at them, I froze.
"X Year, X Month, X Day. Clear Day. To truly love someone is to hope to have all of him. Let go and wish him happiness? But how can there be such selfless love in this world?"
Beneath was an inscription in Dongyu's delicate yet strong handwriting. I once owed you ten thousand apologies, but more than that I owe you an 'I love you'.
My heart almost stopped.
I turned the page. At the end of the page was his handwriting again.
—— Xiachun, are you doing well in America? I tried my best to find out where you are and get your contact details, but even they don't know the phone number of the apartment you're staying in. Perhaps they are just hiding it from me intentionally. I miss you, all the time.
——The deeper the memory, the more the pain it is.
——Pain is like a corner under a clear sky. The brighter the sun, the deeper the shadow.
