After years apart, old enemies cross paths again.
Whether it's love or hate, Shen Tang can't even tell anymore.
When we met again, it was in a bar.
Lu Feiming stood right in front of me, still as a statue. We hadn't seen each other in two years, and he had grown much thinner. His face hadn't changed much, but his eyes seemed less carefree than before.
Before I could react, his face loomed larger and larger beneath the dazzling, multicolored lights.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you," he said. Then he kissed me before I could protest.
I hated him.
This bastard, who should never have reappeared in my life, made me want to tear him limb from limb and devour him alive.
I was forced to leave Huaheng two years ago, and I daresay he was responsible for at least eighty or ninety percent of it.
Back then, I was riding high. Through hard work and a bit of luck, I'd earned recognition just two years after graduating and had a small team of my own. I was on top of the world, but before I could stop to enjoy the view, I was dragged down with him.
