I thought that my fate with Ji Hanyao ended in that coffee shop five years ago.
Until I bumped into her and was bullied at the dinner party, until she showed up at my company with the design draft, until the password that hadn't been changed and the old dress that hadn't been thrown away brought me back to the first snowy night when I was seventeen years old——
She was my blatant preference and my secret regret.
Now that she has become my design director, old scores have not been settled, and new entanglements have arisen.
When she stayed up late to modify her model, I would secretly warm milk; when she was hospitalized with a fever, I held on to the corner of her clothes and refused to let go; those unasked "whys" were shattered into soft-hearted scum by her words "I'm chasing you."
They say a broken mirror is hard to make perfect, but when I looked into her eyes, I realized:
Some people, no matter how long they are separated, their heartbeat will still acknowledge you when you meet again.
Motto: Don't let waiting become a regret