Lu Zichu pinched Chang Jia's cheek. "Do you like him?"
Chang Jia looked puzzled and thought for a moment. "I don't know, but he's pretty handsome." She glanced at Lu Zichu and saw her expression suddenly relax. Chang Jia figured it out: So Lu Zichu really does like boys. Smiling, she said, "Don't worry. I don't like him. I won't try to steal him from you."
Lu Zichu sighed helplessly. "What are you thinking?"
"Want to find out if I'm straight? You could try me!"
On the first day of her eighteenth year, Chang Jia received the first gift that would stay with her for the rest of her life.
Theme: Our love is as natural as death.
