My mind was a chaotic wreck. I stumbled out of the residential complex and hailed a taxi.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
The words left my mouth before I could think.
"Jiangcheng University."
Thirty minutes later, I stood at the familiar gates. Evening air washed over me—street food, chatter, the careless laughter of students who still believed the world was kind.
I opened the diary. New sentences had appeared.
*"My Amy is the best girl in the whole world. I feel like I'm with her every moment, even when we're apart."*
*"If I'd known earlier, I would've applied to her university. Then I could see her every day. But being in the same city is enough—at least I get weekends."*
*"Amy said she was craving the little wontons from the stall by the gate. Silly girl. She thinks I don't know she just wants to save me money."*
A sad, wistful smile tugged at my mouth.
I remembered writing this. Freshman year.
We were at different schools, separated by an hour-long bus ride. Every Friday, I crossed the city to see her.
I was broke back then. Amy knew it. She claimed to love those cheap wontons so I wouldn't blow my meager allowance on expensive meals.