First love is a beautiful lie.
No matter how passionate and intimate those days may have been, in the end they were merely a momentary impulse between two immature people, a false bond of dependence formed before either could understand the weight of the future.
These were the heartfelt words of Zheng Kong, who still hadn't gotten over his heartbreak a full year after the breakup.
How many people in this world can hold on to the passion and affection of their first love and walk hand in hand through life?
Probably not even one couple in ten thousand.
In short, to Zheng Kong, first love was the most insincere and fragile thing in the world.
Then one day, on his way home from work, he ran into a high school girl leaning against the railing at the end of a bridge, her body teetering as if she might fall
"Y-You... how do you know my name?"
"Why is that actually your name?!"
And so, a story that had once abruptly ended on a cliffhanger got a sequel a year later in the most absurd way imaginable.
P.S. I'm a new author, Tikei. Please be kind!
