Su Mo had someone tucked away in her heart. He was bold and straightforward, like a sunflower growing wild in a field.
She was timid and insecure, and though she liked him, she hid it well.
Years later, while Su Mo was on a blind date with someone else, she thought she saw that same unruly boy from back then.
There was plenty of room, yet he somehow managed to bump right into her.
“Sorry.”
His apology was utterly insincere, overbearing and unreasonable.
But what could she do? She liked him. She liked him as much as she liked the taste of chocolate.
