"You don't remember this but we had actually met before we danced. It was before the banquet started when you bumped into me. That's the first time I saw you. But you didn't see me because I was wearing a mask."
Jiang Lanying suddenly recalled such an incident. She had crashed into a man before the party started.
"You bumped into me and you accidentally tore a button off my shirt. Something riled inside me when I laid my eyes on you. And the feeling got only stronger when you offered to fix the button for me," he chuckled. "I remember how panicked you had gotten. You profusely apologized for ruining my shirt. You even bowed before me. But what amused me more is that instead of simply arranging a new shirt for me as compensation, you offered to stitch the broken button."
Jiang Lanying was dumbfounded.
That man was Li who I had bumped into?
She didn't know why but she felt embarrassed. "W-what is wrong with stitching the button?"
