When I was 42 years old, I met my first love, Chen Hang, at the bidding site.
He pointed at my plan in a suit and sneered: "Director Lin quoted such a harsh price, is he planning to make us drink from the northwest wind?"
When the elevator broke down, his breath blew behind my ear: "Back then, you said you were most afraid of the dark, but what about now?"
At the class reunion, he kissed the cream off the corner of my mouth in public: "This time, it's me who will chase you."
