My Story with Him

The protagonists of this story are him, Qing, and me, Lin. The story starts from that year. Qing and I first met in kindergarten. I came to this kindergarten from my original kindergarten because my father transferred his job. On the first day, I made Qing, the monitor of the class, angry because of some things. Qing mobilized my classmates to isolate me. I was already very withdrawn. This made me even more withdrawn. I only played by myself every day. I felt like I was a transparent person. There is a tradition in kindergarten that every classmate has to give a gift to the birthday classmate. But on my birthday, she only received one gift. The gift was from a girl named Ping. From that day on, I had her first friend in her life. Ping is a cute girl who is very friendly to everyone. Our friendship with Ping has deepened as we grow older. Time flies, Ping and Qing and I were admitted to a high school. Maybe because of what happened in kindergarten, it still casts a shadow on me. I have always had a grudge against Qing, even though Qing is Ping's fiancé (Qing and Ping's parents are good friends, It was decided when they were babies) I often warned Ping to keep an eye on Qing (not only was Qing a good student in school, but Qing was handsome and from a good family, and was recognized as a 'prince' by the girls in the school, but I don't think so). When I was a sophomore in high school, my parents decided to study abroad for career reasons, so they sent me to live in Ping's house. Ping's parents were very kind to me as if they were their own daughter. Ping and I were more like sisters. On the day I was born at the age of 16, the three of us met to go to the river. Unfortunately, I fell into the water. It was Ping who saved me regardless of the danger. Without her, I would no longer be alive. From then on, After the accident, I decided that my life belonged to Ping. Maybe God was too unfair to Ping. In the autumn when I was eighteen years old, Ping accidentally crashed her car while driving to buy a birthday cake for Qing. I haven't seen you since that autumn. After graduating from high school, my parents sent me to Australia to study. Maybe God was playing a joke on me and Qing that we actually studied in the same department at the same university. From that moment on, his story and I just started...