Serena pondered for a moment, then replied, "Clubhouse One."
If time could turn back, to the very day they reunited, Serena would never have imagined she and Adrian would get entangled with each other again.
Like the positive and negative poles of a magnet, even knowing they shouldn't get close, they'd still, unconsciously, draw near, breaking past the boundaries of reason.
All the things she should've known, she knew; all the principles she ought to keep, she understood, too.
But she still couldn't resist the overwhelming pull of love.
There was a widely circulated argument on the Chinese debate forum: Love is the fall of free will.
Serena hadn't understood it before, but now she could personally relate—at least seven or eight parts of it.
Since their reunion, just a few short months, her mood had shifted more than in all five years they were apart.
This really wasn't a good thing.
