If Time Could Tell

"The first time I saw her, she was eighteen. At the plaza."

Yan Xi: "..." She's done for. She doesn't remember a thing.

The man blocking her way brushed his fingertips over her cheek. His voice was clear and mellow, like water. "The second time I saw her, she was twenty. On a plane."

In this beautiful moment, on this tender night, her survival instinct forced Yan Xi to stifle a delighted laugh at this mood-killing moment. She remembered. She really did. Thank goodness.

"The third time I saw her, she was twenty-two. On the sports field."

Ji Chenxi took her hand and kissed her palm. Her long eyelashes lowered, and somehow the night seemed to grow more tender and intimate.

"At least she remembers me now."

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Lin Jiu always thought that, after they missed their chance back then, she would never see Jiang Jin again.

That was until she happened to open the financial news and saw a rising investment banker who had recently returned to the country and was already a media darling.

Lin Jiu had seen him on the news many times. He would emerge from a black Bentley, bending slightly, his posture still straight as reporters swarmed around him, not a strand of hair out of place.

Then, when the police helped Lin Jiu out of a car, a motorcycle roared up. The man, dressed in a suit, got off the bike, which no one knew where he had found, and strode over to her in a few steps, shouting, "Lin Jiu, who told you to get in some other man's car?"

After all these years, Lin Jiu ran into an old acquaintance again amid utter chaos.

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