Chapter 10 Messages
I thought after that birthday he would receive more love, be liked by more people.
But the Weibo posts he made tied us together again—even tighter than before.
The people in that Super Topic went even crazier.
I only read two posts before a heavy feeling rose in my chest.
I still couldn't stop caring.
The ignored WeChat notifications had piled up.
Especially from Jiang Song:
Asked and then ran? Why aren't you replying?
Wen Shuangyang, are you asleep?
Ten minutes later:
Are you asleep?
I'm still awake.
Just now:
Wen Shuangyang you're so mean. You got me wanting to talk and then disappeared.
Hate you.
I couldn't help the small smile that curved my lips. My eyes fixed on those last two words.
Even if he said "hate you" a thousand times, I knew what he really meant was love you.
It hit me then—Jiang Song had given me so much love that I had become fearless.
Deep down, I had never imagined he could feel anything negative toward me.
With that thought, I asked him: Are you coming to see Auntie tomorrow?
What I really wanted to ask was: Are you coming to see me?
Wait.
Was Jiang Song just using "seeing Auntie" as an excuse? After all, he never once got to actually see her.
And every time Auntie found some reason to push him away and make me go see him instead.
He replied almost instantly:
Sure, waiting for brother.