Missing You across Space and Time

I accidentally double-clicked the WeChat profile picture of my deceased crush, Mason. The interface displayed: *I patted 'Mason' and said, Can I kiss you?* Five minutes later, my crush replied: *Would your boyfriend be jealous?* Before graduating from university, I finally mustered the courage to write Mason a confession letter. A whole night passed before I finally received his reply. Just three ambiguous yet incredibly suggestive words: *"Come to my place?"* The message reeked of flirtation, but I decided to go anyway, even putting on the daring little black dress I'd always been too shy to wear. It barely reached my thighs, leaving my pale skin exposed. Even my roommate couldn't help but call me a goddess. On the way to his house, my heart pounded like a trapped rabbit. But when