Meanwhile.
In Ling Muye's hospital room.
Ling Muye successfully logged into Weibo, the page redirected, and he saw his login name displayed, "Qianqian".
Ling Muye held his breath, scrolled to the very beginning, and started browsing from the first post.
——Hello everyone, just made this Weibo account—I want to write about my crush here. I have someone I like, and I call him Mr. Y.
Mr. Y?
Who?
Could it be him?
Ling Muye. Muye. Y.
Ling Muye's heartbeat suddenly quickened.
——My name is Qianqian, and that's what he likes to call me.
Ling Muye's face turned pale.
He had never called her "Qianqian"…
Ling Muye read on.
——We had a long cold war before, so I was so excited I couldn't sleep tonight, after we made up, that I impulsively created this Weibo! Today he tore my photo off my school badge, and he even asked me to join his birthday party tomorrow. So excited!
Disappointment soon replaced Ling Muye's expression.
Clearly, the Mr. Y in these Weibo posts wasn't him.
