When the hem of the white coat passed before my eyes and the familiar pair of peach blossom eyes above the mask came into view, seven years of time suddenly began to flow backwards - in my sophomore year of high school, Cheng Yu returned to his alma mater to preach as an outstanding graduate, and he looked over with a half-smile, and for the first time I tasted heart palpitations.
From the age of 17 to 24, I was like a traveler chasing the moonlight, measuring the trajectory of my heart in seven years. I once stood side by side with him on the top of the mountain in Nanxi City and watched the dusk soak in the sea of clouds; I drank his fragrant throat tea at the barbecue restaurant in the central shopping mall; and on that summer night, I tasted the flavor of matcha mint on his warm lips...
The invitation from Feasibility Research Institute to go to Hong Kong for training pushed us to a fork in our fate. Three years later, I stood in the neon lights of the celebration party with "Chords in the Medical Record Book" and appeared at his door drunkenly: "Dr. Cheng, I regret it."
