I couldn't remember how long it had been since we last held hands and walked freely like this. We worked very hard to build our future, and luckily, our feelings for each other remained the same. "We're going to pick a present."

"What present? What's the special occasion?"

Colin froze and flicked my earlobe with his finger. "Do you have a goldfish memory?"

I massaged my tingly earlobe and replayed whatever happened these two days in my mind. The incident this morning quickly resurfaced.

Right, I was supposed to buy Jasmine a birthday present. We exchanged voice messages. I totally forgot about it. It was hard to remember when she was an insignificant part of my life. But hey, saying I had a goldfish memory was uncalled for. When did Colin learn to mock me? I had to retaliate.

scrunched my nose and imitated the condescending look on his face. I retorted, "She's a nobody. Why should I remember

to heart. I guess she must hold a special meaning to you.

smug grin on his face. And two, it was recess time. There were a lot of students and lecturers roaming around. As the youngest and the most handsome lecturer, Colin

hands in public. Passersby would take a quick glance at our interlocked fingers, and I felt uneasy to be gawked at like an animal at the zoo. Furthermore, I was a student while he was a lecturer. We should keep a

a student. We grew up together. In a sense, one could say that

lecturers and teaching assistants were only a few years older than the students. Many developed feelings

and other students envied us. However, that didn't mean we could do

in silence. Then, he grabbed my hand, weaved his fingers between

next hour, we visited several shopping centers and luxury shops but failed to find any suitable gifts. Colin and I sat inside a coffee house, stumped. The reason for our failure came from inexperience. Colin, like any other man, hardly gave me any gifts even when we were dating. During festive seasons, he would give me his

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