[Cringeworthy past, read at your own risk] Everyone thought Mo Tong and I were just best friends who were inseparable.
Until her birthday, when I took her to a restaurant and she nervously asked me to stay the night;
Until we said goodbye at the bus stop and she looked as miserable as a kitten abandoned by its owner;
Until Li Mo, an art student, hit the nail on the head: “You clearly have feelings for Mo Tong that go way beyond friendship.”
Only then did I realize I had long since fallen into the trap of this disguise we called “friendship.”
That weekend, I hurried back to her place. Wearing a black nightdress, she handed me a brown teddy bear holding a love letter, her gaze burning with feeling.
“Ruo Jin, I don’t want to be your best friend anymore.”
As it turned out, all those tests and push-and-pull had been leading to this moment, when we would choose each other.
