She fell for someone who was a little like him, and the wrong kind of love left her in pieces.
Years later, another man who looked like him appeared. This time, she had no idea whether it was right or wrong.
“Could you stop falling for other people?”
Fifteen years later, when Zhou Yiyi met Su Yu again, he no longer hid his feelings.
He covered her eyes with his hand and pressed his soft lips against hers without hesitation. He wanted to give her, all at once tonight, every kiss he had wanted to share with her in the past, the present, and the future.
“Stay at my place tonight. Do you dare?”
“I do.”
The girl he had been aching to have was now lying in his bed, nestled against his pillow and covers, so close he could reach out and touch her. And yet he could do nothing.
This was the last love of his youth, and the first love of his adulthood.
Whether it was an ending or a beginning, both of his loves were her.
