My fateful relationship with Hefang can be traced back twelve years ago.

　　My dad brought me from the county to the city.

　　He and Hefang's dad were comrades-in-arms, and after retiring from the army, they each struggled to make a living.

　　My dad was the "earth" in this case.

　　The cost of living in the city was high, so he drove a bus to barely make ends meet.

　　As for why we had to live in the city, my dad said that the education was better there, and I could go to college.

　　The housing prices in the city were also expensive, but thanks to Hefang's dad, he lent us a small house next to their own.

　　Hefang's parents were very kind to me.

　　My dad was often out, so after school, I would go to Hefang's house to have a meal.

　　I practically ate and lived with Hefang, and we went to school together.

　　However, he didn't like me.

　　Hefang's friends were mostly beautiful or from influential families.

　　I was a chubby country girl.

　　I insisted on sticking close to him, which annoyed him.

　　One time, he deliberately left me at the amusement park and almost lost me.

　　Because of this, Hefang received a lot of beatings.

　　He still has scars on his buttocks from that incident.

　　He hated me even more and thought of ways to tease me.

　　But at that time, I was foolish.

　　I always felt that Hefang was different from the boys in my hometown.

　　He was so good-looking and had such fair skin.

　　When he smiled, he shimmered.

　　No matter how he teased me, I stubbornly followed him.

　　This blind admiration, when puberty hit, became a girl's heartbeat.

　　Looking back now, Hefang's annoyance towards me was undisguised.

　　One spring, all the flowers in school were in bloom.

　　Hefang's friends asked him which flower he liked the most.

　　Hefang said, 'There is no most favorite, only most hated.

　　I hate jasmine flowers, they are sweet and cloying, and their scent is awful.' As he said that, he glanced at me.

　　My name is Wenzhi.

　　He said that on purpose for me to hear.

　　But I was slow, and I still called Hefang all the time, annoying him to death.

　　Finally, in the year of our final high school exams, a small incident occurred.

　　I asked Hefang, 'Where are you planning to apply?' Hefang thought for a moment and said, 'Beijing.' I eagerly filled out the application for a university in Beijing.

　　On the day the acceptance letter arrived, I found out.

　　Hefang was going to Nanjing.

　　He lied to me, just to separate from me.

　　How cruel the truth was.