Chapter 1: Past Events

You see, or you don't see me

I'm right there

Neither sad nor happy

You think of me, or you don't think of me

The feeling is right there

Neither coming nor going

You love me, or you don't love me

Love is right there

Neither increasing nor decreasing

You follow me, or you don't follow me

My hand is in yours

Neither abandoning nor giving up

Come into my arms

Or let me live in your heart

Silently loving

Quietly joyful

Epigraph

Name: Lin Yingxin

Height: 165cm

Weight: 48kg

Age: 19

Zodiac: Virgo

Blood Type: A

Gender: Female (really a superfluous question!!)

Personality: Lively and cute, little loli

Contact: xxxxx

Address: Global Village... remote corner...

Occupation: Junior, small fry

School: XX (great school^o^)

Major: Medical Department (terrible major-_-‖)

Hobbies: If I don't say my hobby is drawing, it seems inexcusable. But besides that, I also like playing small pranks occasionally... hehe, adding more laughter to life is good for body and mind!

Life Motto: I want to be the brightest star (Yueyue roasts this counts as what kind of life motto)

She wore a pink Ailian princess dress, exuding youthful vitality everywhere. Her large, spirited, watery eyes were filled with innocence.

He, on the other hand, was her senior from the same school but different major. He graduated several years earlier and was now a pretty badass attending physician at a certain Furen Hospital. Min Kangping, height 175cm, weight 55kg, a tall-rich-handsome specimen. White shirt, blue jeans, Adidas sneakers. Jet-black hair fell softly across his forehead, concealing bewitching eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips—perfectly crafted, just right. Fair neck, distinct collarbones, sexy yet reassuring...

At fate's fork in the road, what diverged wasn't just life paths. Youth's curtain call, carelessly dropped fragments—what pierced wasn't just hearts...

"Let's break up!" The man pried the girl's hand away, not letting her nestle in his arms any longer.

The girl obviously couldn't accept this outcome. She froze first, then immediately lifted her little face, staring foolishly at the man.

The man's expressionless, feigned-cold look crashed hard into the girl's pupils. But suddenly, the girl laughed, "Oh~~ you're joking with me, right? I'm this cute, this understanding—you can't even hurt me in time, how could you want to break up with me?"

Finished speaking, she buried her head again in the man's broad, solid chest, her little face still full of smiles.

But the man coldly pushed her head away, telling her with an unprecedented serious attitude, "I'm not joking. I'm really tired of you."

The man wrote his disdain for her all over his face, letting her see through his impatience at a glance.

The girl's confidence began to waver!

She finally seriously faced the true meaning behind the expression on the man's face—he really didn't like her anymore! What to do?

"Why? Why don't you like me anymore?" The girl insisted on a reason.

Weren't they always so good together? Why did the man change just like that?

"Did you fall for another woman? Is there a third party between us?" It must be that, otherwise he wouldn't inexplicably not want her.

"No." The man hated two-timing love most. Before the previous relationship ended, he would absolutely never let another interloper appear in his emotional life.

He liked his love clean and pure; he couldn't be bothered to dispute with anyone.

"Then what for?" The girl decided to get to the bottom of it.

The man curled his lip, stating his sole reason for breaking up. "You're too childish. I'm tired of being your nanny again."

The man was truly tired of playing love games with her. Even more unacceptable: when he seriously considered their future, the girl was pure as a blank sheet, like an ethereal figure untouched by worldly matters.

To him, being unworldly or pure as a blank sheet—such girls only belonged in fairy tales. Min Kangping's wife must be a flesh-and-blood woman, not Snow White from a fairy tale.

"I'm not childish!" The girl roared in denial. She hated others accusing her of this most.

The man's expression turned cold, and he roared back unyieldingly: "You are childish."

"I don't think so." She refused to admit it to the death.

"Among people who know you, eight or nine out of ten think so. When eight or nine out of ten people think you're indeed childish, you are childish. This is an ironclad fact, not something you can deny away just because you want to." He hatefully told her.