Lin Chu had a simple meal with her.
She was a woman in her forties who took amazing care of herself, with an elegant demeanor and an intellectual way of speaking.
'Still, I'm really not that interested in older women.'
'A teenager until I die, forever loving eighteen.'
'Or maybe my tastes just haven't matured to that point yet.'
Lin Chu even felt he still had a bit of a thing for being a girl's first. 'I'm getting way ahead of myself. I never would have dared to even think about something like this before.'
'Besides, even now, if I count them up, there's only Jiang Ya… who is a good little sister to me.'
'A very gentle, very sweet kind of little sister.'
Lin Chu believed that a woman could never forget her first man. It was inevitable.
Just as he could never forget his own first love.
'But my first love isn't exactly some idealized "one that got away" for me anymore.'
