During the year of our purest love, Chen Ming and I shared a kiss in front of everyone when we won the Zhengfa Cup debate competition.
But later, when our son was diagnosed with autism, we both came to regret it.
After ten years of love, the wear and tear of life had transformed us from a match made in heaven into a pair of bitter rivals.
Time skipped forward to our son’s fifth birthday.
Chen Ming and I were in the car, arguing once again over our child’s illness.
Right in front of our son, we cursed each other, screaming for the other to drop dead.
The next second, an out-of-control heavy truck barreled toward us.
Chen Ming went against his instincts and jerked the steering wheel to the right, but the violent impact swallowed all the shouting and cursing anyway.
When I woke up again, we were back on the day we won the Zhengfa Cup.
This time, facing a stadium full of cheering and jeering, we pretended we barely knew each other.
