Meng Fanyu carried himself with effortless distinction.
I thought that even if we eventually broke up, having him as my first love would leave me with no regrets.
So I pursued him with everything I had.
Eventually, I won him over, and he laid down three rules: we would date, never marry, and break up when we graduated.
For three years, we loved each other with abandon.
On graduation day, I was the one who ended it, but he went back on our agreement.
Our conversation fell apart, and Meng Fanyu lowered his proud head with a bitter laugh.
He told me I had better pray we never met again.
From then on, I did everything I could to avoid him.
But with the slightest turn of fate, the world can become very small, and two people who once belonged to each other are bound to meet again.
