Honey, Don't Hide. Weren't We Supposed to Have a Platonic Marriage?

Eight years later, Chen Ci saw again the man she'd dumped after she got “bored of playing with him.”

They had a little pregame as soon as they met, then saw each other again that night, with the man Chen Ci called her “current boyfriend” right next door.

Huo Sixie gave her a wicked smile and asked, “Did he do it to you like this too? Hmm?”

Chen Ci finally lost her temper and slapped him hard. That slap took them both back to years ago.

Back then, the summer nights were hot and humid, cicadas screamed, skin glowed, and tension gradually filled the air.

The energy and clamor of adolescence seeped into their very bones. Bright red lipstick marks, moisture clinging to bath towels, traces of their lips and teeth, and their mingled scents all blended together.

Amid the chaos and fear, they kissed with their eyes across a room packed with guests, telling each other of a love that never stopped surging.

They had the courage of youth to be the first to dare anything. In those carefree years, freedom and love were the greatest anthems of all.

The first time they met, his white shirt brushed against her pleated skirt.

That summer was hot and long. Sunlight fell over them, and being seventeen was a pale green dream.

Much later, no one knew that it would be their last time seeing each other.

A strand of hair slipped through Huo Sixie's fingers. He couldn't hold on to anything or keep anything at all.

Only one of his tears fell into his own heart.

Now, at last, they were together again. When they reunited, Huo Sixie knew he would stick to Chen Ci even if he had to be her dog.

He was willing. He'd do anything.