[Reunited after years apart, rekindling an old romance, neither child is biologically theirs, two 36-year-old women reunite, appearing to go through the motions while putting their hearts into it]
Cang Er ran into Ji Nanzhi again when she was called to school because her niece was dating too young. Ji Nanzhi was the homeroom teacher.
After more than a decade, Ji Nanzhi acted as if she didn’t know her and said in a strictly professional tone, “Teenagers can easily mistake friendship for love. They need guidance from their parents. Are you the child’s guardian?”
Cang Er gave a soft laugh and glanced at the ring on Ji Nanzhi’s left ring finger.
“People don’t get into trouble all by themselves. Where’s the other child’s guardian?” Cang Er asked.
“I’m the other child’s guardian,” Ji Nanzhi replied.
The teachers in the office started talking about Cang Er. One asked, “Teacher Ji, weren’t you and Cang Er in the same year? You two...”
“We’re not close.”
Ji Xi also asked what she and Cang Er had been to each other.
“We’re not close,” Ji Nanzhi said.
The seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl stared at her, eyes shining. “I saw an old photo of you two kissing!”
Later, Ji Nanzhi was pinned into a corner, someone’s teeth grazing and worrying the skin at the nape of her neck. An old photo engraved inside a pocket watch dangled in front of her.
Cang Er gritted her teeth. “Teacher Ji, do you do this with people you’re not close to?”
Ji Nanzhi: “...”
Cang Er gently brushed her nose against the bite mark. “Are we close now?”
“You’ve changed,” Ji Nanzhi said. “You didn’t talk so much when we were together before.”
After they broke up, whenever Cang Er thought of Ji Nanzhi, only one thing filled her mind: I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.
The moment she saw her again, that thought changed to: I want her.
Theme: You don’t have to repress your sexuality for love, or repress love for sex
