(The second story in the Small Town Stories series. Angsty romance, not a pure couple.)
Mu Jin never imagined she’d run into an unbelievably handsome guy just by taking the bus. Were handsome men so common these days that they could even drive buses?
His eyes were like peach blossoms dotted with pearls, his brows like dark mountains veiled in mist. His expression was as hazy as spring rain, yet his whole bearing was as free as the wind. One hand on the steering wheel, he glanced over at her, his gaze falling like an April day in the mortal world: peach blossoms in full bloom, with cold dew still lingering.
She was so smitten that she shamelessly chased after him all the way. At first she called him Chen Yi, Chen Yi. Later, she insisted on calling him Three-Year-Old.
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and refused to answer. “You’re the three-year-old.”
But when she really stopped calling him that, he panicked and lost his composure.
Where did things go wrong between us?
Was it your unhappy childhood,
or my ill-fated life?
