Sycamore leaves carpeted the campus paths. Ye Fan pressed Li Xiaoman against the mottled trunk of a sycamore tree, his fingertips tracing her rain-dampened hair. Li Xiaoman's eyelashes trembled, but she turned her head away just as he was about to kiss her: "You can't even afford an internship salary, what are you going to give me for my future?" She gripped the strap of her LV handbag tightly, her nails almost digging into the expensive leather. "Xiaoman, give me some more time, I'll try my best." Ye Fan's voice trembled slightly, raindrops sliding down his cheeks, indistinguishable between rain and tears. "Time? I've already given you four years! Look at other people..."
