Love Became the Wind and Left Us

Someone like me, who grew up in a normal family, shouldn’t have any relationship with someone like Colin, a son of heaven.

But fate was just so coincidental.

In high school, I once skipped class and fought.

Colin climbed up a tree to rescue a trapped stray cat, and happened to witness the whole process.

He didn’t say a word, thinking that I hadn’t noticed him.

I scared the person away, put the school uniform jacket on my shoulder, and looked up at him.

“Have you seen enough?”

With just that one glance, he blushed and fell from the tree.

I instinctively reached out and caught him.

He froze, and so did I.

After all, he was the famous prince in the school, a proud son of heaven, and his family background was prominent.

I smiled slightly and said, “Aren’t you coming down? You’re so heavy.”

I saw his ears turn red.

I thought to myself that he was so innocent.

Since then, he transformed into a fanboy and started following me around.

He brought me food and water every day.

He said he wanted to go to the same college as me, so he insisted on helping me with my homework.

Under his guidance, my grades had improved by leaps and bounds.

He was like a humble little dog, wagging his tail and trying to please me.

Many people were betting to see how long he could last.

But I didn’t expect that his persistence saved me.

On the eve of the SAT, I was almost beaten to death by my father’s creditor.

Colin took me away regardless and paid off all the debts my father owed from gambling.

I was the one who got hurt, but he was the one crying.

I wiped away his tears with my bandaged fingers, but he grabbed my hand.

“No wonder you fight so fiercely. It turns out you have suffered so much. Why didn’t you tell me?”

At that time, he was full of self-blame and regret for me in his words.

Maybe it was the warm sunshine that touched me.

I told him a secret that no one else knew.

My dad took the money my mom used to buy medicine and went gambling, which caused my mom to have a seizure and die in the house.

I was very young at that time, and I didn’t know anything except crying while holding her.

There was no food at home, so I went outside to pick up garbage to eat.

When I came back, I found several stray cats gnawing on her body.

That was the first time I faced death, and since then I didn’t like cats.

At that time, Colin looked at me with pity and hugged me tightly.

He promised me that he would treat me well and I would always be his most precious treasure.

I still remembered his resolute appearance.

But he had completely forgotten why I hated cats.

He thought I was just allergic to cat hair.