I Don't Like This World, I Only Like You (我不喜歡這世界，我只喜歡你) by Qiao Yi (喬一)

Our company was planning a campaign about reminiscing youth.

I sent a group text to my friends:
"What's the person you liked back in school doing now?"

I got all sorts of replies:

"He became someone else's baby daddy."
"He got married, had a kid. I dreamed of him last night—he was still indifferent to me, like no matter how hard I tried, I could never catch up to him. I woke up heartbroken, but he didn't do anything wrong. He just didn't love me."
"Back in school, I only loved practice test booklets from Huanggang."

As I scrolled through them, I suddenly realized—I'd accidentally sent the message to F too. I didn't expect a reply; he rarely responds to group messages like that. Sure enough, after waiting a long time, nothing came.

We were both super busy around then. I got home at 11 p.m., and he came home even later. One night, half-asleep, I felt him quietly climb into bed and gently pull the blanket up for me.

The next morning, he was already gone. When I got to work, I saw I had one unread message on my phone. I opened it and saw his answer:

"She became my wife. She's sleeping beside me."

Sent at 2:45 a.m.