The next day morning, as usually sun filtered softly through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the walls of Anaya's small room. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, still heavy with sleep. For a moment, she stayed still, letting the silence wrap around her like a blanket.
Then, memories of the previous night came rushing back. the message, the tension, the music beat of the heart, the racing, and the unexpected shyness. It all felt like a scene from a dream. But the diary beside her pillow, still warm from her hand, confirmed it was real.
She sat up slowly, her long hair falling gently over her shoulders, and smiled to herself. "What a strange, beautiful beginning to the year," she whispered.
Today, she decided to go to work, as we all what has happened today.. even if she went to th e college, she knows that its just waste of time. And she decided to go to work. As she got ready and headed to work, the streets were painted with pink and red. Flower stalls were bursting with roses, couples walked hand in hand, and restaurants were dressed like love letters.
It was February 14th, Valentine's Day.
Anaya never thought much of the day before. For her, it was just another page in the calendar. But this year, something felt different. Something inside her stirred, soft and uncertain.
And then, as she sat down with a cup of coffee during a short break, her phone buzzed quietly.
A message notification.
Her heart skipped. Not just a little...
She opened her phone.
"Is it Yu Chen." Anaya murmured herself.
She blinked, not sure if she was still dreaming.
But, turns out its just a spam message.
Her hands trembled slightly as she stared at the screen.
Anaya whispered herself, "I thought, He took the chance to message. But, how can i think of it like that. It's far better good that he replied me. How can i be like... like this. I never thought that I have a chance, oh! Maybe consider it as a luck.. no, no.. its super luck that he replied me. How can I be so greedy."
But even then… her heart beat a little louder.
Still in a haze of disbelief, she opened the weibo and tapped on his Weibo profile. Just to see. Just to know if he was online. But, we don't know in weibo if there are in online or not.
Anaya whispered herself, "I just.. i just want to look at it. If he posted anything or not."
And there it was.
A new post.
She tapped on it.
It was a video of him, sitting in a softly lit studio, a microphone in front of him, dressed in a crimson brown hoodie. His hair gently framed his face, and his expression held a quiet seriousness that is mixed with sadness. that pulled at something deep inside her.
Anaya whispered herself, "He looked… beautiful... Oops! I'm sorry, i think i have to say like.. oh my god! He is too handsome."
Anaya leaned closer to the screen, her breath catching. The hoodie was exactly her favorite shade deep, warm, like the inside of a sunset. She couldn't stop staring.
She played the video. A soft piano and guitar melody began, followed by his voice. smooth, tender, filled with longing and sadness of apart.
It was in Chinese Mandarin..
Anaya didn't understand a word.
But she listened again and again.
She took screenshots of the lyrics as they appeared on screen, one by one. Then, carefully, she pasted each line into Google Translate, whispering them softly as she tried to understand.
The song was titled:
"Miss U, Valentine."
The lyrics spoke of a quiet yearning. Of watching someone from far away. Of missing them not just on Valentine's Day, but every day. It was gentle, melancholic, and full of unspoken emotion.
She felt like crying.
Then she noticed the caption.
"For someone I'm missing today."
Her breath hitched.
"Could it… be me?" Anaya whispered in shock with excitement.
For a moment, the world paused. A thousand thoughts rushed through her head, each one louder than the last.
"Was he thinking of me? Was this song meant for me?" She whispered.
But then, doubt crept in, soft and cold.
Anaya murmured, "No… we don't even know each other. He's a celebrity. I'm just… me."
"It's like in the vast of universe. If he is the moon and I can only be a little that no one recognise at all. How can he.."
Still, she wanted to know. Even if it meant breaking the fragile illusion.
She opened the weibo again, her fingers trembling slightly, and typed,
"Hello..."
It was all she could manage.
She stared at the screen for a long time.
No reply.
The message hung there, like a small paper boat in a vast ocean.
She sighed and locked her phone, trying to convince herself not to check again.
But minutes passed. And she couldn't resist.
She opened Weibo once more.
And a message had appeared. Anaya excitedly thought " he really did it.." and pinched herself.. is it true or not.
Anaya whispered herself, " but it seems like the same message as the message from yesterday."
"Did he send it, by mistake..."
"Even if it is a mistake, how can he send chat anytime."
Her heart pounded. She don't 2ant to accept it .
Again, as she saw the same message. She asked herself again..
"Why… why did he send the same thing again?" she whispered, staring at her screen.
Did it mean something?
Or was it just…really an accident?
She didn't know.
But somehow, this uncertainty made her heartbeat echo louder in her chest. This time with a little sadness. With confusion, why did he send the message again.
Anaya whispered, "even if it was by accident, the word 'hello' is smaller than the 'chat anytime '. Why he replied as, 'chat anytime ' for those two messages."
She is still in confusion..
Maybe today didn't give her all the answers.