The ten-year class reunion was buzzing with conversation.
Someone laughed and called out, "So, which of you two made the first move back then?"
Lin Zhilu looked up and met Gu Xinghe's eyes.
He reached out and gently caught her fingertips, his voice soft but certain:
"Neither of us pursued the other."
"We were chasing after each other, and accidentally fell into one another's arms."
As his words faded, the camera rewound.
The summer of 2009 was sweltering, with cicadas buzzing noisily beneath the scorching sun.
The rivalry that began with, "Since Yu was born, why was Liang born too?"
was only just beginning.
