In the year when she was most intimate with him, he served her whatever she wanted to eat with both hands, even if she had some tricky ways of eating: sophora nectar must be cooked with water from the melted snow; persimmon cakes must be cored; even for the winter bamboo shoot soup, he only likes fresh bamboo shoots after frost, and they must be picked and cooked fresh.
Still remember one time, she asked him: "Am I very high maintenance?"
"A little bit." He teased her.
"This is a strategy, a strategy. I heard that men love a woman's appearance. This is love at first sight. If a woman wants to keep a man's heart for a long time, it will be difficult. Most men in this world don't like women who are too ordinary, because ordinary means that they are not. Most people love women who have unique characteristics and can be remembered deeply. I am so picky just because I want you to remember me. Think about it, most people who eat locust nectar are so ordinary, but I am so special." She explained her little thoughts.
"If it's a strategy, why do you tell me everything?" He laughed at her for being stupid, and just kept it in his mind.
"It's a characteristic of me to be so frank, no." She curled her lips, "If you don't meet a woman more special than me in the future, just remember me for the rest of your life!"
What she said at that time was that she wanted him to remember it for the rest of his life. She was really thinking about it when she tormented him, but her intention was not to tell him, but to remind herself that an ordinary woman like her could only rely on clumsy and somewhat ridiculous ways to keep his heart.
She had long known that she and him were not a good match. She also knows that what people call special does not equate to being picky, nor does it equate to being thick-skinned.
