On the day when I was sorted into my second year of high school, I risked all my dignity to send a love letter to Zhou Jin, the school sweetheart. He pinched the corner of the letter in front of the whole class and chuckled: "You are worthy?" Three years later, at a college fraternity party, I was pushed in front of him by my roommate and heckled, "Let me introduce you, this is the flower of our department!" Zhou Jin's eyes suddenly turned red and he pushed me against the corner: "Then am I worthy of you now?" I lowered my eyes and caught a glimpse of his trembling fingertips, and smiled softly: "Forgot? You said that I am not worthy."
