For more than a decade, Jin Chen had waited for that person. Or rather, he had been hoping she would appear. Slumped over the table, tipsy and grinning, he said, "My first love was a girl from a small town." He paid no mind to the others' laughter. Perhaps the alcohol in his cocktail had spread through his body. As he collapsed, he saw her again. The sweet warmth lingering at the corner of his mouth could not keep the bitterness from spreading through his heart.
The first time he saw her, she was a six-year-old girl who clung to his arm and wheedled affection from him. He indulged her as much as he could, in every way. Their meeting was an accident, their getting to know each other was driven by curiosity, and their separation was unavoidable. When they met again, it was fate giving them another chance.
