Just as Fangzheng was fretting, Tian Xin slowly said, "Shall I tell you a story?"
Fangzheng nodded slightly.
Tian Xin said, "I know a boy. His name is Ding Mu, a very dull name." Upon saying that, Tian Xin glanced at Fangzheng.
Fangzheng did not say a word as he pretended not to understand.
Tian Xin continued. "I remember that when we were in university, he and I were the first two to report to school. He was first, and I was second. He was very tall, and standing in front of me, he almost blocked my whole view. When he finished writing his name, it was my turn. I was shocked to discover that we were both students from the arts faculty! I gasped. He turned back and looked at me, smiling foolishly before shyly leaving.
"In the end, when a teacher-in-charge convened us for a class meeting, we met again. We looked at each other in surprise and found it amusing. We were actually fated.
