During college, Zhou Shubei and Jian Li were two completely different kinds of people.
He was bold, flamboyant, adored by many, the true golden boy.
She was aloof, quiet, kept to herself, and the top student in the year.

Zhou Shubei shone on the basketball court, constantly surrounded by admirers.
Jian Li buried herself in the library, finishing book after book, pages covered in notes.
He was proud and carefree; she was rule-abiding and steady.

Until one day—
Someone noticed Zhou Shubei often appearing beneath the girls’ dormitory.
When approached, he lazily and boastfully revealed the hickey on his neck,
“Sorry, I’m taken.”

Everyone joked that this relationship wouldn’t last—that Zhou Shubei would dump Jian Li once the novelty wore off.
Until one night at a party, Zhou said he was leaving to pick someone up.
He returned soaking wet, face full of rage—yet Jian Li never showed up.
Someone curiously asked where she was.
Zhou Shubei, staring at his phone, let out a self-deprecating laugh:
“She’s not coming.”
“She dumped me.”

They reunited.
Six years later, after a fall rain, Jian Li saw Zhou Shubei at a tech launch event.

Zhou pulled a cold, bitter smile:
“Still living off the money you got from selling me out?”

Jian Li thought their story was over long ago.

But later—
Zhou pinned her against the wall, kissing her with a twisted, possessive edge:
“Either open the door and let me in, or I’ll tell him I’m the man you used and discarded back in college.”
Just on the other side of the wall was her blind date.

Later still—
In an interview, a reporter asked Zhou Shubei why he would choose Jian Li again.
“Weren’t you afraid history would repeat itself?”

Zhou Shubei rubbed the wedding ring on his finger and said:
“What I fear… is that she wants nothing from me at all.”

“I’m not afraid of what she wants—I’m afraid I’ve done everything to be ready, but she doesn’t want anything.” – Zhou Shubei