She was bewitched, her mind filled with the face of that boy, she inquired everywhere and eventually learned his name was Lou Ming.
The next time she saw him, he was in the library, just sitting quietly, but to her, he seemed extraordinarily wonderful.
Now that I think about it, I really feel blind—how could I have seen him as high art?
And to have fallen for him at first sight.
Young and frivolous, I wished for nothing but a passionate and thorough love affair.
I heard people say that for a man to pursue a woman, it's like crossing mountains; for a woman to pursue a man, it's like passing through a layer of gauze.
So without any further thought and unbothered by consequences, I simply wanted to be with him and started pursuing this man.
At eighteen, in the prime of youth, I met a man I liked. Back then I saw it as youthfulness, but now I realize it wasn't youth at all, but an obsession.
But at that time, I just thought if I liked him, I should go after him.