Li Wei stepped out of the elevator and straightened his tie. The polished floors of MediaTek Tower gleamed beneath his oxfords, reflecting the sharp edges of his new world. Gone were the days of sneakers and jerseys—his varsity jacket had been folded and tucked away, repced by tailored suits and boardroom schedules.

  He had officially joined his family's company two months ago, assigned to the strategic pnning department under his older brother’s team. Every day was back-to-back meetings, reports, and deadlines.

  He didn’t mind.

  Work kept him grounded. Work kept him from thinking.

  Especially about her.

  Gone was the boy who used to ugh freely on the court. Now, Li Wei was all sharp eyes and serious tone, earning praise for his discipline and analytical mind. People said he was a natural.

  But at night, when the office was quiet and he stayed te staring at spreadsheets, a single thought sometimes lingered:

  Does she still remember me the way I remember her?

  Meanwhile, Jenny was on the shooting range.

  Her stance solid. Her focus razor-sharp. Her eyes locked onto the target.

  Bang. Bang. Bang.

  Three perfect shots in a row.

  Her coach cpped once. “That’s the form I want to see.”

  She gave a small smile. No words. Just a deep breath and back to position.

  It had been eight months since she st saw Li Wei. Her life now was a sequence of early morning jogs, lectures, intense practices, and the occasional quiet dinner alone.

  Another regional tournament was coming up—this time in Kaohsiung. She had already pced second and third in recent events, slowly regaining the reputation she lost during her injury.

  People started whispering again.

  “That’s Jenny Lin, right? The one who almost beat Melissa Chen?”

  “She’s making a comeback.”

  But she didn’t care about gossip.

  What mattered was hitting her mark—over and over again.

  Her friends noticed the change.

  “Are you even sleeping, Jenny?” one of them asked during lunch.

  Jenny nodded, sipping her soup.

  “You don’t even smile anymore,” another teased lightly.

  “I’m just focused,” Jenny replied softly.

  Victor, who still messaged her weekly, called one evening after her training. His voice was light as always, but it carried concern.

  “You're doing amazing,” he said. “But hey... don't burn yourself out proving something you’ve already proven.”

  Jenny didn’t reply right away.

  Then she whispered, “I’m not proving anything. I’m just... trying not to feel.”

  Victor paused on the other end.

  “Still haven’t talked to him?”

  Jenny shook her head, knowing he understood even without seeing her.

  “Nope. And I won’t.”

  Back in Taipei, Li Wei stared at a framed picture on his desk—a snapshot of his college team, grinning after their championship. He wasn’t smiling in that photo. He remembered why.

  It was the same day he saw Jenny walk away from the crowd, unnoticed.

  Two cities. Two lives. Both climbing, both chasing something— And both still haunted by what they couldn’t say out loud.

  But fate has its own way of testing the distance between hearts.

  And neither of them knew…

  Their next chapter would begin with a coincidence.