Chapter 2 How We Met
To be honest, I met Brand in a fan support group.
I couldn’t get tickets to singer A-Chen’s concert, so I joined his fan group hoping to snag a resale.
Brand was the one who transferred the ticket to me.
VIP seats were impossible to get—even reselling at double price.
But he gave it to me at face value.
At first I thought it was a scam, until he sent the physical ticket by SF Express. Only then did I believe I’d met a kind, wealthy stranger.
He said the person he planned to go with canceled last minute. He saw me begging in the group for almost a week, so he transferred it just to me.
I was thrilled. On concert day I even brought a gift to thank my generous fellow fan.
But the seat next to me stayed empty the whole night, even through the encore.
Later Brand said work came up and he couldn’t make it.
I felt bad for him, so I mailed him the concert souvenirs.
He was surprised and offered to pay me back.
I laughed. “What kind of person do you think I am?”
Little by little, we became close online friends.
We shared daily life, idol songs, movies we watched.
Sometimes he would softly sing a few lines of A-Chen’s songs. His voice carried this low, rough edge that pulled at me every time.
So good I secretly recorded it.
Finally, one sleepless night, I confessed to him.
The other side kept showing 【typing…】.
When I thought he was struggling to reject me, a slightly nervous voice message popped up:
【Sorry for letting you confess first.】
I asked, “You haven’t even seen my photo. You agreed so fast—aren’t you afraid I’m hideous?”
He gave a low chuckle, voice teasing my heartstrings.
“I did imagine what you look like. But as long as I know it’s you behind that face, nothing else seems to matter.”
My heart skipped.
Where he couldn’t see, my face burned. I fumbled for a new topic.
“So… confessing is still something for the young ones.”
Whenever the six-year age gap came up, he would grit his teeth. “Fine, fine, I love young.”
“Then I respect my elders—”
“Baby, I miss you.”
“I miss you so much too~”
Okay, “old” was his forbidden word. Noted.
It wasn’t until I broke up with him in physics class that I realized…
No wonder we always had the same weather, same schedule, even same vacation times.
I always thought he was just another guy from the same city.
Turns out he was… the professor.
—Mom, I think I messed up big time.