To sneak into a Medical Law Fundamentals lecture, I slipped into a classroom at the law school. The cool, handsome guy in the front row noticed me looking around furtively and pushed half his textbook toward me. “New here?” Our fingertips brushed, and my heart skipped a beat. I forced myself to stay calm. “Xiang Li, from the medical school.” That night, a post popped up on the anonymous forum. “Far Mountain,” the online friend I’d been chatting with for ages, instantly replied to the notes I’d shared. He had no idea that I was the “Sunflower” on the other end of his screen. I had no idea he’d already recognized me and was mischievously keeping it a secret. Until the relatives of a patient who had attacked a doctor cornered me in the consultation room. He kicked the door open, his lawyer’s badge gleaming coldly. “I’m her legal representative. If you have a problem, take it up with me.” Later, evidence about his father’s medical case on his computer burned into my eyes. I confronted him through tears: “Was this all a setup?” Amid the thick smoke of a fire, he held me tight and shielded me. “Sunflower, your Far Mountain... has always come only for you.”
