Seven years ago, she was the underclassman who followed him everywhere. They promised to attend the same university, but on graduation-photo day, she saw him embracing his childhood sweetheart with her own eyes. She deleted every way to contact him and vanished from his world.
Seven years later, he was transferred to a local procuratorate, where he specialized in divorce cases and became the youngest prosecutor in the office. She, meanwhile, had become one of the most levelheaded divorce lawyers in the field.
That day, she went to the courthouse to submit some urgent evidence. Everyone in the building had gone to a meeting, leaving him as the only one on duty.
She pushed open the door, which had been left ajar, and looked up. There he was.
He froze, blurting out, “Lin Wansheng, have you really been avoiding me for seven years?”
She simply handed him the documents, calm as ever. “Prosecutor Cheng, please sign here.”
After seven years apart, the two met again in the last place they should have, speaking in the most strictly professional tones as they began a confrontation that was seven years overdue.
