I need to talk about the WeChat Moments scene because it absolutely destroyed me.
Ruan Zhizhi, who can't sleep, who is literally tossing and turning over what Shi Yan meant by "like you" — she does something so painfully relatable. She snoops. She goes through his Moments. And there, buried under years of dry professional updates, is this one post from three years ago. A cover song. "False Truth." And she presses play.
"I don't want to ruin the false truth, faithfully forgetting my identity. One day, you remain unmarried, yet I cannot accept it."
Her description of his voice — low, slightly hoarse, surprisingly precise — but then she notes something heartbreaking: "Compared to now, three years later, his voice seemed colder, gloomier, devoid of any worldly warmth—completely isolated."
And then the line that wrecked me: "For some reason, her eyes grew damp as she listened. Was Shi Yan also longing hopelessly for someone far away? Just as she missed Li Sichen."
This is the emotional core of the entire chapter, and maybe the entire novel. Two people, both carrying unrequited or complicated love, both listening to the same song from different sides of a screen, both crying without knowing why. The parallel between her longing for Li Sichen and his hidden longing for… well, we don't know yet — is devastating. The author doesn't need dramatic confessions or grand gestures. A voice message from three years ago, a damp eye, a carefully typed comment saying "Very beautiful. Good night" — that's enough to make me feel like I've witnessed something deeply intimate.
And then on the plane, when he says "Of course" to having someone he likes, and then "She doesn't know" — and Ruan Zhizhi's reaction is this quiet, almost painful hope mixed with resignation. She tells herself it's just a fleeting impulse, like a crystal shoe in a shop window. Beautiful, momentary, temporary. But we both know she's lying to herself. The fact that she has to convince herself it's temporary is the most honest emotional moment in these chapters.
I'm not crying. You're crying.