Speaking of it, matters of the heart are something young people need to resolve on their own. As elders, it's enough to give them a nudge when necessary.
Xiang Qichen lifted the corners of his lips in a lost manner, with countless words in his mind, but when they reached his mouth, none seemed appropriate.
Finally, he bit his lip and, bracing himself, spoke: "Uncle, I have a request."
...
Before the plane landed, Xiang Qichen finished reading all the contents of that journal.
The last entry was written on March 30, just the day before yesterday.
[March 30; Weather: Clear;
I'm not waiting anymore, I'm not waiting anymore.
I can't get in touch with you, and I feel like I'm about to collapse.
Obviously the filming is over, so why didn't you call me?
Didn't you say you won't fall for anyone else, are you playing with me Xiang Qichen?
Yeah, I'm just this fragile, this sensitive, this pretentious.
I'm not waiting anymore.
I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home.
