"Michael, to this day, I really don't know how you see me... But if I still had a choice, no matter how great the difficulties I encounter, I would never abandon you and let you bear the indifference and disasters of this world alone... I love you, and that has never changed!"

My heart skipped a beat before I put my phone down. My mind drifted back to those vows we made during our youthful days… I love Lu Jia, at least I loved her fiercely once.

But I don't know how to reply... I don't know what kind of mood made her send me such a message... I remember that in our recent interactions, she has always been very calm and restrained... She even said that it would be better if we weren't lovers.

Perhaps it was Dali, so different from Shanghai, that gave her this feeling...

I can relate. Being alone in the ancient city of Dali, watching others in pairs, can be incredibly lonely. This loneliness is doubly intense, and only those who have truly experienced it can understand.

After reading the message again, I didn't force myself to reply; I just left it at that.

Although I know that Lao Mi, my mom, and even Lu Jia's parents all hope that we get back together.

...

Just before we were about to eat, my mom called and said that Lao Mi had a slight fever, probably due to the change in environment, and that we young people should play by ourselves.

I suggested going to the hotel to see Lao Mi, but my mom said that Lao Mi had taken his "medicine" and was already asleep, and told me not to disturb him.

Old Mi has always been in good health, and a low-grade fever is just a minor ailment, so I wasn't too worried... I decided to go to the hotel to see them after I finished eating with these friends.

...

Because Lao Mi and my mom didn't participate, everyone completely let loose at the dinner party. Before I drank myself into unconsciousness, everyone else was already completely disoriented.

In the end, I had no idea who had taken me back, so my plan to go to the hotel to see Old Mi fell through.

In a daze, I felt someone supporting me as I walked, and then they opened the door for me... My consciousness was fluctuating, and I felt something warm coming into my mouth, thinking someone was feeding me water...

But it clearly felt like a tongue was being inserted.

I'm not sure if this is real or just a dream I had while drunk.

I'm so restless!

...

The next day, I woke up to find everything calm. My head ached as I stared at the white curtains… I only remembered the message Lu Jia had sent me before I started drinking… and the reason I drank so much was because of that message…

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