When she was seventeen, Jiang Yuchu hurled her art supplies at Gu Che's feet, splattering paint all over his trousers.
“Gu Che, we're done.” Her voice trembled like a sheet of paper in the wind. Behind her was the ranking list from their mock exams, his name firmly at the top. For the first time, her canvas held no trace of him.
Years later, at a class reunion, winter snow in City B dusted the windows of the hotpot restaurant.
Jiang Yuchu wore a burgundy velvet dress as she listened to their former class sports representative blush and confess, “I heard you're single...”
Before he could finish, the private room door swung open. Gu Che stood in the snow, flecks of it clinging to his suit collar. His gaze swept over everyone before settling on her, possessive and utterly certain.
The sports representative's confession caught in his throat. Gu Che walked over and casually put an arm around Jiang Yuchu's shoulders. Facing the stunned crowd, he said in a calm voice with a hint of warning, “Sorry, and thanks for liking her. But I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I'm not dead yet, and we never broke up.”
