At seventeen, Qiao Muli fell in love with Yan Yi at first sight.
Bringing him milk, slipping him notes, arranging chance encounters in the hallways, staking out the library
She pursued him for three whole years, only to hear him say, “I just want to focus on my exams.”
When she confessed at graduation, he treated her to a bowl of noodles to bring things to a close.
Later, he went abroad, and she stubbornly followed him.
For years in a foreign land, they were like strangers.
Qiao Muli thought her long, unrequited love had finally come to an end.
Until the first day after she returned home, when her parents tricked her into going on a blind date.
Sitting across from her was Yan Yi.
“We can get engaged,” she said, lifting her chin to hide the bitterness in her eyes. “But this time, you have to be the one to pursue me.”
He was silent for a moment. “All right.”
But what she got was not a declaration of love, but this:
“I’ll do my best to make myself fall for you. It’s my duty.”
