At the age of seventeen, he crushed the starlight into her eyes and said, "My deskmate, the light in your eyes is prettier than the stars."
At the age of twenty-seven, he put his arms around his new love and toasted to her at a business reception: "Mr. Lu, congratulations on living the life you hate most."
She smiled lightly, then turned around and crushed the goblet.
Later, he knelt in the rainstorm and begged her to turn back.
Wearing ten-centimeter high heels, she leaned over and chuckled in his ear: "You are not worthy of seeing this starlight anymore."
