At twelve, Jiang Suyu was caught sneaking off to play with Yan Yi for the fifty-sixth time, making his mother apologize yet again. Yan Yi was furious. "Do it one more time and I'm moving away." Jiang Suyu tugged at him, looking wronged. "Please, stay with me while I grow up."
At sixteen, they weren't neighbors anymore, but they became classmates again. He was always "picking on" her. Even the people around them couldn't stand it. "Why are you always teasing her?" Yan Yi held a cigarette between his lips, his eyes smiling. "Don't you think that stubborn streak of hers is adorable?" Jiang Suyu was like plain congee, warm and comforting. She was also like a parasitic vine, annoying yet impossible to resist. Every time Yan Yi tried to shake her off, her sharp tongue got the better of him. "If you don't like me, then just leave." But Yan Yi knew he couldn't leave, because he liked her.
