On that day, she actively pursued the one she loved. The moment she stood at the classroom door to give flowers to a boy made everyone whisper.

• "How embarrassing."

• "Men only like to chase. If it's too easy, they'll get bored."

Indeed, she failed in her first love. No boy liked her, even though she was not unattractive at all.

I thought I would never see her again after graduation. But one day, she appeared next to me as a new colleague. I was stunned by her change.

The boldness in seeking a man had been replaced by a sophisticated femininity. Her thick lips, the way she tapped lightly on the table, her clear voice, how she crossed her legs... everything was different from her once bold, carefree, and unhesitant demeanor.

• "You went to school X, right?" - I spoke up.

She turned to look at me, furrowed her brows for a moment, then replied:

• "Yes, that's right. But sorry, I don't remember you much." - She was flustered.

• "It's okay, I was a senior, so it's normal you don't remember. Welcome to the company."

We shook hands.

In a short time, she became the one every man was infatuated with, and women disliked.

I noticed her tactics. She would laugh shyly with guy A, have lunch privately with guy B, accept flowers from guy C. Her arrogance made her peers uncomfortable. People thought she was flirtatious.

She didn't care much. Because she was good, and beautiful.

But strangely, she was very serious and kept her distance with me. She was never careless when I reminded her about work. Sitting next to me, she became a diligent employee. No flirting. No seductiveness. She was different beside me.

Seeing her agree to be driven home by any man, I boldly said:

• "Today, I'm heading towards your alley. Let me drive you home."

She looked at me, flustered. Then she shook her head:

• "Oh, I have a dinner date with a friend, so I won't be going home early. Thank you very much."

After that, somehow, I felt jealous seeing her with other men. Guy A boasted about having lunch with her. Guy B confessed, but she rejected him, saying she only saw him as a colleague. She belonged to no one, even though she made people think she belonged to everyone.

One day, my company organized a birthday party for a colleague. At the end of the evening, she was slightly drunk. She turned down invitations from other men. Somehow, I said:

• "If you want, I can drive you home."

She looked at me for a moment, then agreed.

Sitting behind me, she talked casually, mostly about trivial things. Her voice was stiff, monotonous. Then, I asked directly:

• "Do you hate me?"

Her voice stopped. She seemed flustered:

• "Why do you ask that?"

• "You're open with every man except me."

• "Oh, some people are easy to open up to. Some are not." - She replied.

We were silent for a moment. Then I continued:

• "When we were young, I was very impressed by you."

• "Why?"

• "Because you were very straightforward. You said you loved someone, and if not, you kept your distance."

There was a laugh behind me. Then she answered

• "I'm still like that, just the opposite now."

• "Opposite how?"

• "The one I love, I keep my distance from. The one I see as normal, I'm open with."

• "Why?"

• "Men like the chase, I give them that."

At this, I burst out laughing.

• "So I must be a rare man. I like honesty, no roundabout ways."

Finally, I parked in front of her house. She looked at me, smiled gently. At that moment, I was moved. It was a gentleness I had never seen in her

• "I like you. That's why I'm shy."

She said that, then waved goodbye to me. I stood there dazed for a long time, then laughed.

On that day, she actively pursued the one she loved. The moment she stood at the classroom door to give flowers to a boy made everyone whisper.

• "How embarrassing."

• "Men only like to chase. If it's too easy, they'll get bored."

Indeed, she failed in her first love. No boy liked her, even though she was not unattractive at all.

I thought I would never see her again after graduation. But one day, she appeared next to me as a new colleague. I was stunned by her change.

The boldness in seeking a man had been replaced by a sophisticated femininity. Her thick lips, the way she tapped lightly on the table, her clear voice, how she crossed her legs... everything was different from her once bold, carefree, and unhesitant demeanor.

• "You went to school X, right?" - I spoke up.

She turned to look at me, furrowed her brows for a moment, then replied:

• "Yes, that's right. But sorry, I don't remember you much." - She was flustered.

• "It's okay, I was a senior, so it's normal you don't remember. Welcome to the company."

We shook hands.

In a short time, she became the one every man was infatuated with, and women disliked.

I noticed her tactics. She would laugh shyly with guy A, have lunch privately with guy B, accept flowers from guy C. Her arrogance made her peers uncomfortable. People thought she was flirtatious.

She didn't care much. Because she was good, and beautiful.

But strangely, she was very serious and kept her distance with me. She was never careless when I reminded her about work. Sitting next to me, she became a diligent employee. No flirting. No seductiveness. She was different beside me.

Seeing her agree to be driven home by any man, I boldly said:

• "Today, I'm heading towards your alley. Let me drive you home."

She looked at me, flustered. Then she shook her head:

• "Oh, I have a dinner date with a friend, so I won't be going home early. Thank you very much."

After that, somehow, I felt jealous seeing her with other men. Guy A boasted about having lunch with her. Guy B confessed, but she rejected him, saying she only saw him as a colleague. She belonged to no one, even though she made people think she belonged to everyone.

One day, my company organized a birthday party for a colleague. At the end of the evening, she was slightly drunk. She turned down invitations from other men. Somehow, I said:

• "If you want, I can drive you home."

She looked at me for a moment, then agreed.

Sitting behind me, she talked casually, mostly about trivial things. Her voice was stiff, monotonous. Then, I asked directly:

• "Do you hate me?"

Her voice stopped. She seemed flustered:

• "Why do you ask that?"

• "You're open with every man except me."

• "Oh, some people are easy to open up to. Some are not." - She replied.

We were silent for a moment. Then I continued:

• "When we were young, I was very impressed by you."

• "Why?"

• "Because you were very straightforward. You said you loved someone, and if not, you kept your distance."

There was a laugh behind me. Then she answered

• "I'm still like that, just the opposite now."

• "Opposite how?"

• "The one I love, I keep my distance from. The one I see as normal, I'm open with."

• "Why?"

• "Men like the chase, I give them that."

At this, I burst out laughing.

• "So I must be a rare man. I like honesty, no roundabout ways."

Finally, I parked in front of her house. She looked at me, smiled gently. At that moment, I was moved. It was a gentleness I had never seen in her

• "I like you. That's why I'm shy."

She said that, then waved goodbye to me. I stood there dazed for a long time, then laughed.