Jiang Mi had followed the rules for more than twenty years. The only reckless thing she had ever done was go to a concert with her best friend on her twenty-fifth birthday.
The first time she met him, she thought he was a human trafficker.
The second time, he called her a little anti-fan.
The third time, she shielded him from an egg thrown by an anti-fan.
The fourth time, she became his housekeeper.
The fifth time...
“I think the chances of meeting someone you like are very low. But if you do meet someone like that, holding them in your arms would make you truly happy.”
“Then hold me tight. Hug me. You don't have to say a thing. Just run to me!”
“Nothing lasts forever. And because nothing lasts forever, moments like this, when we're together, become all the more precious, don't they?”
“To me, you're a delicious cup of coffee in the morning. I think you're beautiful, and I just want to look at you. Wherever you go, I'll follow, no matter how far. If life were a movie, you'd be my favorite part.”
[A slow-burn, slice-of-life story with no particularly melodramatic twists. Both leads are clueless about love. There are subtle sweet moments and some angst, with more sweetness after chapter 30.]
[Inspired by real life, with some original elements. Feel free to immerse yourself, but don't scrutinize it too closely.]
[I'm a new author writing for love of it, so please go easy on me.]
