We grew up together. He was the only one in my heart, and I thought I was the only one in his.
On my seventeenth birthday, he personally sent me to the police station.
My world fell apart.
Five years later, we met again. By day, I worked as a supermarket cashier. At night, I promoted beer at a bar.
He was Professor Fan's future son-in-law.
His fiancée was my best friend and my younger sister.
