Warmth and Chill Beneath the Yue Tree

[Vibrant, calculating childhood sweetheart x ruthless, cold-hearted childhood friend with a bag of tricks]

Chen Yue: I get it. I'm option E. I'm Plan B. I'm split ends, the suds from the washing machine, the cookies crushed at the supermarket, the cream you've gotten sick of, the grass underfoot, the spare button on a suit, the puppy caught in the rain, the rotten orange, the expired milk, the kite with a snapped string, the sunflower carelessly tossed aside, the quiet kid who barely speaks.

Yu Minning: What is this dramatic nonsense? [Awkward laugh]