Minha Namorada Antagonista

In the misty rain of a small town in the south, a postal worker pedaled through the morning with two bulging satchels of letters and newspapers hanging from his bicycle. After ringing his bell twice, he turned into Clear Spring Lane amid a bright, crisp peal and stopped before the Li Family Clinic at the far end of the alley.

The spring rain had fallen all night, and the bluestone steps outside the clinic gleamed as if freshly polished, slick with a faint reflective sheen.

“Li Chongjing, are you home? You have a letter!” the postman called toward the clinic.

With a creak, the clinic door opened, and Li Chongjing stepped out. He was wearing the spring uniform of Jade Ridge International School: a white shirt and black trousers. Broad-shouldered yet lean and long-limbed, with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, he lifted his head to reveal clear, refined features. Beneath his thin black-framed lenses were a pair of bright phoenix eyes, sharp and lucid, black and white as distinct as ink wash painting, balanced in light and dark; they were also like a sapling in early spring, upright, fresh, and pleasing to the eye.

The postman, whose mood had been soured by the rainy weather, found his expression unconsciously easing.

Li Chongjing thanked him as he took the letter.

At first, Li Chongjing thought it was something Liang Hui had sent him again, but it turned out to be a registered letter. The sender’s information had not been filled out clearly; all he knew was that it had come from the distant capital province.

He opened it, dre