When Han Ke first met Chen Ke, the girl had a crowd of people behind her. She flashed a bold, unrestrained smile. “Hey, need a hand?” He thought it would be nothing more than a fleeting encounter, and that they would never cross paths again. But as fate would have it, they ended up in the same class, and from then on, Han Ke had a secret. Chen Ke: “...” Years later, they met in a different city. The girl had lost her edge and was working hard to make ends meet. When she saw him, she paused, then put on a smile. “Han Ke, long time no see.”
