Synopsis
Liang Muqiu seriously questioned whether he had checked his horoscope before going out that day. He went to borrow a lighter at the bar. He borrowed it from his ex. They say old partners should never cross paths again. But seven years had passed and this man wasn't just not old — he was more handsome than before. Especially when Cen Nan lit the cigarette for him in the dim light, lashes lowered, looking exactly the way he had under the blossoming tree seven years ago. Liang Muqiu: Damn it. Why was he still a little excited? It took a…
