Song Sheng greeted Qian Meigui in bed one evening, right after putting their children to bed.
"Did Meiling place nail polish on you again?" Qian Meigui asked him. Song Sheng nodded and chuckled. But it reminded him of something that happened years ago.
He began to reminisce not only their early years together when they were both afraid of acting out on their feelings, but years before that.
"Did you know we met once before you moved in with my family?" he said to her.
Qian Meigui furrowed her brows, trying to remember some distinct fragment that was hazy. "Did we?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. "I was eleven-years-old, and you were five."
Qian Meigui's eyes widened. "And you're telling me this now?"
Song Sheng chuckled, leaning in closer, resting his head on her chest. She wrapped her arms around him. "Mhm," he said. "I met your parents that day, too, I remember now. It was only one time."