Summary
After my boyfriend’s first love, the one he had never quite gotten over, returned to China, I broke up with him and went home.
There, I ran into my old university roommate—the campus heartthrob.
He was kind and considerate to everyone else. With me, he seemed to find fault with absolutely everything.
Every encounter came with a few cutting remarks. Yet whenever I needed help, he was always the first to show up.
We carried on like that until the day my ex came looking for a second chance.
The man who was always so impeccably turned out stood before me drenched in rain, utterly bedraggled, insisting on an answer.
“Are you really never going to answer the question I asked you back then?”
“What? Sorry, I can’t hear out of my right ear. Could you say that again on my left?”





