Yu Cheng thought she would never see Xiang Heng again. Then one day, her boss called her into the office, and the man in front of her casually remarked, “I think we’ve met somewhere before.”
She replied, “You must be mistaken, Mr. Xiang.”
That night, he drove her home.
Beneath the silvery moonlight, the man leaned against his car and slowly stepped closer. “You seem afraid of me.”
She replied, “I’m just afraid of capital. It’s not something you can afford to offend.”
While chatting with friends,
he mentioned a concert he’d attended at Tianhe Sports Center in Yuecheng during his sophomore year.
She blurted out, “Weren’t you abroad then?”
He said, “Hm?”
One-line description: I’ve seen a hundred flowers, but none can compare to you.
