Secretly Gloating Over My Ex, While He Scrambles to Win Me Back

[Reunion after years apart + rekindled love] At eighteen, the cicadas sang through the summer heat, and everyone smiled at the two of them, certain their youthful love story was destined for a happy ending. But then disaster struck their family without warning, like a storm dousing every flame. Her whole family moved away overnight, leaving in such a hurry that even their goodbye felt like a torn page. They met again on television, with him surrounded by microphones and wearing his medal. As reporters asked him to share his thoughts on winning, his gaze suddenly settled on someone in the crowd: the last person there, dressed in professional attire, eyelashes lowered, a figure both unfamiliar and familiar. He clutched his press pass, trembling slightly. The gilded words “Media Representative” stung his fingertips. The lights on the stage fell across his shoulders, while the cold gleam of her glasses reflected the interview outline. Among all the questions already prepared, not one mentioned the love that had quietly come to nothing when they were eighteen.