Chapter 2

I remember the first time I met him. I was four years old, and he was seven.

I timidly stood behind my grandpa, only showing my eyes, secretly sizing up this handsome boy.

He still had baby fat, but he was already taking on the look of a young man.

From that moment on, I became the constant tagalong, always scurrying behind him.

Wherever he went, I followed.

Ian’s grandpa, Taylor, laughed heartily, "Victoria likes Ian so much. Maybe one day she'll be our granddaughter-in-law!"

I naturally didn't know what he meant, but I found it very amusing.

Gnawing on my finger, I clapped my hands joyfully, agreeing, "Yes!"

But childhood jests couldn’t be taken seriously.

I had chased after Ian for many years, only to hear in college that Ian had someone else in his heart.