It was the winter vacation of my sophomore year. I met him in a supermarket in W city. The man was picking up seafood. It's my favorite shrimp. His fingers were white and slender, and his movements were skillful and fast. I couldn't see his face clearly, but just his silhouette shocked me. When I heard my heart beating happily, my face turned red unconsciously, and my ears felt warm. I really wanted to take a look, but it seemed that God was so naughty and refused to give me a chance. When I walked into him, he had already turned around to weigh the price, leaving me with a long back.