When Lan Ting dreams back at midnight, she will always think of the young man standing under the night sky that night, his eyes shining like stars.
"Lanting, I love you!"
That year, Shen Haochen was 19 years old and Lan Ting was 26 years old.
"Little brat, you know what love is!" Lan Ting suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and her rationality allowed her to kill the boy's sincerity with her own hands.
...
Six years later, they met again.
He no longer looked like the young and naughty person in his memory. He had become reserved and dangerous, like a leopard waiting for an opportunity.
"Hello, long time no see!" She said hello to him pretending to be calm.
He stared coldly into her eyes for a long time, then suddenly hugged her into his arms and growled into her neck like a beast, "I'm not good! I want you to repay me twice as much for the pain you gave me..."
