When Zhang Jiahui first saw Zhao Meimei, her emotions were complicated, a mix of feelings.
The man she had been pining for years had suddenly become someone else's fiancé—and, frustratingly, that someone held a special spot in Shi Yang's heart. If anyone had an irreplaceable place there, it was Zhao Meimei.
Back in high school, Shi Yang was exceptionally handsome, tall and slim. His school uniform made him look like a model from a magazine. Everyone else rode ordinary bicycles with baskets to school, but Shi Yang's was a mountain bike. Sitting with his rear slightly raised and his long legs extended, the taut lines from his waist to his ankles exuded an undeniable charm, capturing attention.
The only person who had ever ridden on Shi Yang's bike was Zhao Meimei. The mountain bike didn't have a back seat, so the passenger had to sit on the front bar, their back against the chest of the person riding, an intimate posture.
