I took a week off and drove to Wutai Mountain in Xinzhou, Shanxi Province - one of the sacred sites of Chinese Buddhism and also my ancestral hometown.

I am now standing on the Beitaishan at an elevation of 3081 meters, with a temperature of around 15 degrees Celsius. As I gaze at the layered mountains, my heart also becomes calm.

Every time I came before, there was always one wish that must be made.

I hope the person I like is happy, healthy, and successful in everything.

It's gone this year.

I have discovered that people who have experienced heartbreak always manage to find various perspectives to poison themselves with toxic chicken soup. However, the truth is that once everything has been set in stone, no matter how much toxic chicken soup they consume, their hearts will not resurrect or die more thoroughly.

For example, right now, before telling a story, I always want to say something. Perhaps one day, you'll suddenly realize that I've been telling this story until the end, and it's probably because my heart doesn't ache as much anymore.

Back then, when she finished saying that sentence, I suddenly felt that something was amiss.

Does she mean... she wants me to invite her to my house more?

That means...you want to see me a few more times?

I am someone with a vivid inner drama. With just her words, I envisioned a super sweet, non-tragic, hundred-episode television series.

She wants to see me more!

Maybe she likes me too!

She might have liked me a long time ago!

Cough cough cough... Excuse me, we have a major case of split personality on stage.

I don't mind if you laugh at me, but that's really how I thought at the time. I even imagined myself as the male protagonist in a romance novel, with her as the fated other half.

This was such a childish thought, but to me at that time, it was as if a surge of adrenaline had stabbed right into my heart. (Could someone possibly die from it?)

I knew that a smile had already spread across my face at that moment, but I didn't know whether it looked good or... sleazy? Embarrassing?

This smile was a little imperfect, and I felt like it owed me the excitement I had at that moment.

"Then, why don't you come to my house often from now on?" I looked at her on my shoulder, even my tone had a slight uplift. "You're always welcome, and you can even stay at my place!"

"Really?" She squinted her narrow eyes and held onto my arm tighter, her entire body getting closer and closer.

I could feel the sensation of her body pressing against my arm, but there was not a hint of impure thoughts in my mind.

I don't know why, but it's just a kind of feeling, like being encompassed by warmth, yet devoid of any hint of desire.

Perhaps it's because I simply like her genuinely.

Throughout the afternoon, my friend was making a fuss in my room. We found a spot on the bed and sat down together. She sat quietly beside me, occasionally commenting when she saw a lipstick or eyeshadow that she liked.

At this moment, I realized that the things she likes... are actually the same as mine?

What kind of fate is this!

Just saying this on its own, you might think it's nothing special. But when someone can accurately name all the lipstick shades you like while you haven't said a word, it will give you goosebumps and leave you amazed.

We all like shiny things, like orange, like rose pink, like the gentle milky brown. We like the same texture, the same packaging, the same style...

I couldn't hold it in anymore. With a hint of astonishment, I stared at her, who should have had no knowledge of me at all, and said, "You might not believe it if I told you, but the few colors you like are my favorite ones too..."

"That's a must." She lowered her head and buried her entire face in the crook of my neck, letting out two soft chuckles. "Maybe we are true love?"