The boy gave every classmate a cherry. The girl’s was rosy, translucent, dainty, and several times more sour than everyone else’s. They were worlds apart. The boy stood out among the crowd, while the girl was shy and insecure, desperate to fit into their social circle but only making things worse. Girls of sixteen or seventeen love to daydream. One smile or frown from the boy was enough to warm her cold, ordinary heart.
“Three more years. I’ll like him for three more years.”
“That cherry was so sour back then, it made my mouth pucker.”
“Li Huan, hurry up and fall in love. I don’t want to like you anymore.”
“Li Huan, congratulations on your wedding!”
“Li Huan, here’s my wedding gift.”
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