The first time I met Jiang Yufeng was in September. He was pushing the boy who secretly photographed my skirt to the ground, but his eyes were as cold as looking at garbage.
He let go of his hand, turned around and handed me a bottle of water: "Sorry, I frightened you."
I thought this was justice until I found those secret photos in his study room - the protagonist of each photo was me.
On the back of the photo is his handwriting: "My rose, how can I make you bloom only for me forever?"
