"Thank you, sir." This was the first thing I said to him before I passed out, but he said the last thing to me, "Miss, thank you."
At that moment, my heart was pounding.
Many years later, when we met again, he regarded me as if we had just met each other for the first time, and I regarded him as if I were my first love, but only because the five-year-old child next to me, who was not yet up to my waist, had not yet grown up, but his eyes were as bright as jade.
"I didn't expect, miss, that you still like to find men so much."