★Bestselling romance author Yue Liuguang's heartwarming novel.

★A tender and healing love story between a warm-hearted pilot and a career-driven office lady.

★He promised to fly me over cities, across mountains and rivers, to the farthest corners of the earth — until the end of the world.

Mr. Wang is my boyfriend — and an airline pilot.
From the first sparks of love to passion, adjustment, and the calmness of everyday life, this story captures the little moments between lovers through life’s small but meaningful events. There’s the sweetness unique to their bond, occasional surprises in the routine, tears after arguments, and mutual comfort in tough times… A warm, healing contemporary romance of urban love.

Yue Liuguang

Yue Liuguang, a renowned romance author, is a Cancer-born '90s girl.
A foodie in restaurants, a runner in parks, a wild soul by the sea, a fangirl when alone, and the stranger who passes you on a rainy day — she believes everything in life is fate’s kind arrangement.
Her short stories have appeared in magazines like "Fei Romance", "Peach Romance" and "Purple Years", and she has published the time-travel novel "My Lover from the Tang Dynasty".

Chapter 1: What It’s Like to Date a Pilot
Chapter 2: The Things We’ve Done Together
Chapter 3: Tales from the Skies
Chapter 4: The Three Softest Words in the World
Chapter 5: Even Pilots Go Crazy
Chapter 6: The Season of Blossoms
Chapter 7: 100 Reasons to Be Angry
Chapter 8: Cherishing the Good Times
Chapter 9: It Has to Be a Happy Ending

Foreword1
Just yesterday, Mr. Wang was at the company flying the flight simulator when an elderly man in his seventies came for a visit. Mr. Wang said the oldman was as excited as a child — peering around, touching things here and there, yet too cautious to press any of the densely packed, mysterious buttons. He asked a few seemingly silly questions, and Mr. Wang patiently answered each one.
After hearing this story from Mr. Wang, I was deeply moved.
The cockpit is hailed as the most beautiful office in the world — sunrises and sunsets, rolling clouds, towering mountains, winding rivers, and the intricate instruments glowing against the backdrop of city lights in the dark. Even just seeing photos of it is enough to stir excitement. And if you ever get the chance to step inside, even if only in a simulator, it would surely become one of the most cherished memories of your life.
Many people dream of soaring through the skies, but not everyone gets to fulfill it. I said to Mr. Wang, "You're lucky to have something others could spend their whole lives chasing and never attain."
Mr. Wang didn’t respond. The line fell into a long silence.
Just as I thought he, too, was profoundly moved and had resolved to dedicate his life to aviation, he suddenly let out a sigh, as if struck by sudden realization, "Oh, you were talking about flying! I thought you meant you."
At that moment, I really wanted to marry him.


2
My surname is Miao. I met Mr. Wang one year at the cusp of spring and summer, and before I knew it, he had become my boyfriend. He says I’m not just surnamed "Miao" but also have a personality like a cat (in Chinese, cat is also called "miao"), so he always calls me "Big Miao" or sometimes "Pretty Miao". Of course, when he’s feeling particularly cheeky, it’s "Crazy Miao", "Stinky Miao" or "Glutton Miao".
In the years we’ve been together, aside from the year I was preparing for grad school when we saw each other daily, we’ve mostly been in a long-distance relationship. I’m not the clingy type, but Mr. Wang, on the other hand, is far more attached. Whenever he’s not on a flight, he calls every few hours — sometimes even dialing again right after hanging up because he suddenly remembered something. Every time I go out with friends, I inevitably get at least three calls from him, prompting teasing remarks from my friends whenever I end the conversation.
Being in a relationship with him is like raising a pet inside my phone. And yes, a pet, because I always summon or dismiss him at will. If he calls while I’m writing, no matter what he’s saying, I’ll just mumble a few perfunctory words before sternly declaring, "Bye".
Even when I’m free, I might lie and say I’m going to bed because I want to watch TV or scroll through Weibo, then mercilessly hang up. Over time, Mr. Wang caught onto my tricks. After I’d say goodnight, he’d send a follow-up message. If I slipped up and replied, he’d seize the chance to tease me.
Once, I lied about going to sleep again, hung up, and happily started browsing Weibo and Zhihu. Not long after, Mr. Wang sent another message.
Fully aware of his scheme, I wasn’t about to fall for it.
I opened it — it was a comic.
In the drawing, a girl was asleep, and a boy kissed her forehead. Beside it read, "Bye, I’m off to make money. Sweet dreams!"
Mr. Wang's working hours are irregular, and his schedule is quite arbitrary. Shifts can pop up unexpectedly and disappear just as suddenly. Unless he takes leave in advance, he can never be certain which day will be his to keep. Mr. Wang doesn't have a typical 9-to-5 job. Sometimes he has to arrive at the company at 4 a.m., fly two segments, wait for the afternoon, and then take another two segments, or even four segments in a row. By the time he gets back to the dormitory, it's usually late at night.
During my second year of grad school, I had no classes and slept in every day. Mr. Wang despised my laziness, saying, "By the time you wake up, I’ve already flown two segments". Yet despite how little time he had, I’d still brush him off with "I’m busy, bye".
Seeing that comic, guilt, self-reproach and overwhelming emotion flooded me all at once. Tears streamed down my face as I typed with trembling fingers, "What kind of 'money-making' are you doing this late at night? Selling yourself?"
Mr. Wang nearly died of exasperation.