Midsummer, With You

In high school, I had a secret crush on Jiang Yu, only daring to steal glances at him from the corner of my eye.

Ten years after graduation, we met again at a class reunion. He had two buttons of his shirt undone.

I hastily lowered my head, my ears so hot they could fry an egg. Someone teased, "Jiang Yu, tell us about your ex-girlfriend, the campus belle!"

He swirled his wine glass and chuckled, "I spoiled her rotten, and she ran off with someone else."

That night, I drank too much, and when I woke up in the hotel, I saw bite marks on his collarbone.

We started living like a couple. He remembered all my habits but never initiated holding hands.

Until an unexpected old matter resurfaced, I just smiled and said goodbye.