My relationship with Ivan started at our first dinner party in college.
At that time, he tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a Caucasian man standing behind me. I was startled and my brain twitched. I remembered a line from a certain animation and blurted out: "F*ck, Americans are coming?"
Ivan, who was not my boyfriend at the time, was stunned for a moment. After he realized what he was doing, he couldn't help but laugh. He explained to me seriously in accented Chinese that he was not an American, but a Russian.
A short sweet article, for the sake of love, the full text is not V
Demining: first person, no prototype, no real experience, the whole text is fictional
Mission: Love regardless of nationality
