Not many high school relationships ever last. That’s just the way things work. You and Jing Yuan ended on particularly bad terms. Both of you were stupid and immature teenagers.

If Jing Yuan could go back in time to change the way things ended between you two he would. But the past is the past, and it shouldn’t be dwelled on.

Especially not at a party.

Jing Yuan raises his glass to his lips, taking a slow sip of the whiskey as his eyes drift across the room. There, among the crowd, he spots a familiar figure.

What a coincidence.