Chapter 159: The Photos Went Viral (Second Update)

Before Wen Yixin could finish reading the love letter, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. With the speed of lightning, he frantically stuffed the nesting doll back together, folded the paper, and just as the bathroom door swung open, he slammed a cup of instant noodles right down on top of the note.

Who could have known that for the sake of neat handwriting, Wen Yichen had chosen an erasable gel pen? Erasable pens are completely intolerant of high heat; pressed beneath the noodle bowl, the ink promptly faded away.

Yet of all this, Wen Yichen was completely oblivious. When Wen Yixin had nagged him to go to sleep earlier that day, Wen Yichen had simply thought his older brother was acting a bit strange and didn't think much of it. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that the love letter he had poured his heart into for so long would fall victim to Wen Yixin's hands.

Listening to Wen Yixin's rather bizarre response, Wen Yichen had no idea what to say in return. To think he had been agonizing over it for ages, only to find out he was stressing over a blank, faded sheet of paper.

"You should have just told me back then," Wen Yichen said calmly. There was not a trace of anger in his tone, resembling the dead silence right before a violent storm.

"I was just afraid you'd get mad!" Wen Yixin offered a bitter, ingratiating smile, hurriedly pushing Wen Yichen onto the nearby sofa. He busied himself by handing him a glass of water and massaging his legs, acting entirely like a devoted underling. "Chen-ge, do you want me to pass along the message for you instead?"

"Forget it," Wen Yichen replied indifferently just as Wen Yixin finished speaking. It didn't matter if Jiang Muwen didn't see the love letter; if worse came to worst, he could always write another one later. After all, there was plenty of time ahead.

Scarcely had Wen Yichen spoken when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Jiang Muwen: *So, was there actually anything written on it?*

Prompted by Jiang Muwen's question, Wen Yichen's heart involuntarily skipped a beat. *Nothing much. Get some sleep early. Good night.*

After sending the message, Wen Yichen paused for a moment. After some deliberation, he added another line: *I'll tell you what was on the paper in person in a little while.*

Gazing at the message from Wen Yichen, Jiang Muwen could only obediently reply with an "Oh." Yet, true to her irrepressible nature, how could she let it rest just like that? After bidding Wen Yichen good night, Jiang Muwen shifted her battlefield over to Weibo. The next second, the girl uploaded the picture of the faded paper to Weibo, thoughtfully adding a caption: *So, is there any microscopic-vision girl out there who can figure out what on earth my childhood friend wrote to me?*

The photo had been posted for quite a while, yet not a single comment appeared. Jiang Muwen stared blankly at her phone screen, looking at the pitifully sparse comment section. The temptation to delete the post slowly crept into her mind. *If really no one is going to look at it, I might as well delete it. Surely nobody has the idle time and energy to study something like this, right?*

Just as she was pondering this, her phone suddenly buzzed. Subconsciously, she opened the notification and found a single comment.

*Nannan's Difficulties: You two are already so sweet, why are you still playing around with things like this? Could it be a love letter? But aren't love letters supposed to be passed back and forth between people who aren't together yet?*

Seeing this comment, Jiang Muwen's heart gave an involuntary flutter, followed by an ineffable wave of joy welling up inside her. During the agonizing phase of unrequited or secret love, perhaps nothing is more exhilarating than that subtle feeling where "the two of you aren't officially together yet, but everyone assumes you are."

Jiang Muwen gazed at the phone screen, the corners of her lips slowly curling upward of their own accord. With two light taps of her fingertip on the screen, she sent out her reply: *We aren't together yet.*

As soon as Jiang Muwen posted her reply, the comment section exploded as if a bomb had gone off, with nested replies piling up one after another.

*Green Apple Not Red Meow Meow Meow: Whose name did I just steal? You guys STILL aren't together?!*

*Banana Peel Without Peel: I'm begging with ten thousand people’s blood for you two to get married on the spot QAQ.*

Looking at the comments, Jiang Muwen momentarily didn't know how to respond. Just as she was about to close Weibo, another comment popped up: *Bao A-jiang: Stop thinking about it! This childhood friend of yours takes you to concerts and showers you with so many gifts—he definitely likes you. If he doesn't like you, I'll live-stream myself eating my phone!*

Reading Bao A-jiang's comment, Jiang Muwen's heart unconsciously skipped another beat. *What this netizen said actually makes a lot of sense.* In truth, Jiang Muwen had occasionally suspected that Wen Yichen liked her, but at times, she lacked the courage to confirm it, let alone confess her feelings, terrified that she would ultimately find out it was all just wishful thinking on her part.

Just as she was thinking this, her phone buzzed once more.

This time, the incoming alert wasn't a public comment, but a direct message.

Jiang Muwen opened the direct message as she usually would, but the next second, she froze completely. The sender was a follower named Camel, and the content of the message consisted of just a few photographs.

Those pictures were painfully, impossibly familiar. They were photos taken at the concert earlier that day. In the center of the frame were her most beloved idols, and behind them loomed a giant screen displaying images of her and Wen Yichen. In the shots, the boy was either lowering his gaze to look at the girl beside him or looking up together with her toward the massive screen ahead.

Before Jiang Muwen could fully process the sight, the fan sent another follow-up question: *Are the boy and girl in these pictures you and your childhood friend?*

Jiang Muwen's heart gave an involuntary jolt. After a long pause, she typed back: *Yeah.*

*Camel: Oh my god, what kind of fairy-tale visuals are these?! You guys are way too gorgeous!*

Before Jiang Muwen had a chance to reply, Camel sent yet another message: *Your childhood friend is seriously so handsome, QAQ! Can I steal these pictures?*

Once again, seeing someone heap such praise upon the person she held in her heart brought a joy far surpassing any compliment directed at herself. The girl stared at the phone screen, then tapped to enlarge those photographs. In the images, the look Wen Yichen cast her way was extraordinarily tender—she could scarcely recall ever seeing him look at her with such a gaze, as if countless tiny hearts might burst from his eyes at any second.

After a long while, Jiang Muwen finally realized something: *How did you know these were me and my childhood friend?*

*Camel: You posted a photo of your childhood friend waiting in line to buy things earlier, remember? Didn't you both have those arrow headbands on?*

That actually made a bit of sense. But where on earth had Camel managed to get these photos?

*A Single Green Plum: Did you take these pictures yourself?*

*Camel: No way, I saw them in the topic hashtag.*

Jiang Muwen stared at the message, her mind still struggling to catch up. *With a fandom as massive as theirs, their topic hashtag must get a lot of attention, but still...*

Seeing that Jiang Muwen was taking her time to reply, Camel fired off another message: * Wow, you didn't know? These pictures have gone completely viral all over the hashtag!*