I've never been keen on love for so many years. I thought I could live alone for the rest of my life.
Ten years after we graduated from middle school, our class president suddenly suggested organizing a reunion.
He reached out to everyone in the group chat, emphasizing that everyone should attend.
By the time I entered the private room, most of my classmates were already there.
The class president handed me a few drinks with a smile, saying it was a penalty for being late.
I'm not good with alcohol and was about to refuse, but the class president insisted. "Kristina, I heard you started your own company. You're not looking down on us, are you? What? Can't you even have a drink with us?"
The lively room suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned to look at me, waiting for me to make a fool of myself.
Just as I was about to take the drink, a hand reached over and took the glass. That person downed the drink in one go.
"I'll drink it for her. Don't make it difficult for the girl."
I turned my head and saw Locke's eyes filled with amusement.
He was still as gentle and refined as ever, but he was no longer the naive boy he once was. He seemed much more mature than he had been ten years ago.