a.
On the night they met again, Sang Yu sat drinking among a group of friends. A man moved to the seat beside her and asked for her WeChat.
His attempt to strike up a conversation was clumsy: "You have such a lovely name."
Yang Yixun sat across from them and heard Sang Yu say thank you. He couldn't help scoffing.
When she first introduced herself to him, she hadn't put it that way at all. "A fishpond under a mulberry tree. Easy to remember, right? I'm Sang Yu. Actually, I don't like this name at all..."
b.
It had been three years since they broke up, and... twenty years since she first told him her name.
Enemies, and also husband and wife.
Our god of love is always catching a cold.
Theme: This time, the god of love is sure to come.
