Lin Qinghuan: He Yanchuan, if I forget you someday, will you give me a good scolding?
He Yanchuan: Qinghuan, don't cry. Don't forget me.
Ten years ago, they met for the first time in class. One was a top student and campus beauty who had just transferred in, while the other was a free-spirited rich playboy. They became desk mates, and despite their completely different personalities, they worked together to win every competition after plenty of squabbling.
When He Yan'an, the perfect man in everyone's eyes, stood before Lin Qinghuan holding a bouquet, he said, "Qinghuan, I like you."
He Yanchuan stepped in front of Lin Qinghuan to shield her. "He Yan'an, have some shame. You're already in your thirties. If we were in ancient times, you could have fathered her."
He Yan'an's expression changed as he struggled to suppress the urge to hit him.
He Yanchuan gave a mocking smile. "Qinghuan, don't pay attention to old men like him. Let's go. He smells like an old person."
"He Yanchuan!" He Yan'an ground out through clenched teeth.
"She's my woman. Don't touch her. What is this, some body-double romance? Why don't you just die and go to the underworld to find your unattainable true love? Quit pretending to be devoted!" He Yanchuan tore the bouquet to shreds.
He Yanchuan: Which university do you want to go to? Let's go together.
Lin Qinghuan: Why would I go with you?
He Yanchuan grinned broadly. "Because I like you."
