After returning from dinner with Wang Yi, Wang Yiren tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Whenever she closed her eyes, Wang Yi appeared in her mind.
Wang Yi making a game-winning shot on the court;
Wang Yi furiously firing back at reporters during a press conference;
Wang Yi leaving his opponents in the dust on the hundred-meter track...
Countless images of Wang Yi flashed through her mind, one after another, like scenes in a movie.
Every gesture and movement of Wang Yi's captivated her.
His figure lingered in her mind, impossible to chase away.
She was already starting to regret coming to see Wang Yi this time.
It would have been better not to see him at all. Seeing him had only made her miss him more.
After parting with Wang Yi last year, at first she had thought she would never see him again in this lifetime.
Later, she simply couldn't bear missing him so much, and thought it would be enough just to watch Wang Yi play from afar.
But pining for him day after day was simply too painful. Now that she finally had the chance to get close to Wang Yi, she had thought that just seeing him once, even if they only exchanged a few words, would be enough.
But she had never imagined that seeing him and exchanging a few words would leave her tossing and turning even more.
After just a few words, all she could think was how nice it would be to talk to him a little longer.
That was how love worked. People always wanted more once they got a little.
But what good would it do to want more? The two of them were never going to be together.
If she kept letting herself sink deeper, she might reach