"My love?" Zhang Mingli's excited and fervent emotions calmed down somewhat; love was the turning point of his life, and also the beginning of his transformation.
The smoke was dispersed by the night wind, and Zhang Mingli remained silent for a long while before speaking: "I've had two romances, my first love started in middle school, we knew each other since then."
"Childhood sweethearts?"
"No, she just said I was a loser from the same village." Zhang Mingli held a cigarette, driving through the night; occasionally the vehicle jolted, and the fire axe in the passenger seat bounced: "We were poor when we were young, but both of us had good grades, enrolled in the town's only middle school, and then got into the city's best high school. I was always first in class, she always ranked second. I've always liked her, that kind of liking was pure, when I think about it, I don't even know what exactly I liked about her? Just felt happy being near her, felt safe seeing her."
