I walked into the room and pulled out a small box from under the bed.

There were many albums in the box.

His debut album "Diamond" as well as "Summer" were both included.

Under the albums were stacks of concert tickets, all of which were for seat A17 in the inner field.

Under the concert tickets was an iPhone 6.

It was all my memories of my youth, and it was all I had with Dale.

I found the charger and charged the phone, and luckily, it could be turned on.

I clicked on WhatsApp and entered the password, which was my birthday.

After I logged in successfully, an unread message popped up, and the profile picture of the person who sent me the message was a Samoyed dog.

The message was from July 17th, 2015, sent by Dale.

[Eda, goodbye.]

I clicked into the dialogue box, and the message before that was the video of Dale singing "Summer" to me.

The video had expired, but luckily, I saved it in my album.

As long as I posted this video, all netizens would turn to support him.

It was the ironclad evidence that Dale did not plagiarize.

I clicked on that video, and my thoughts went back to the past.

At that time, Dale was not yet a rising star in the music industry, but a spirited young man.

Dale and I had been desk mates since the first year of high school until the third year.

Our personalities were completely opposite, but we attracted each other.

I loved quietness, while he loved liveliness.

He always liked to chat with our classmates during class and show up wherever I was, asking me what I was doing.

He liked to skip evening self-study and play basketball and ask me to help him hide from the head teacher by saying he went to the bathroom.

He liked to secretly bring his phone to the classroom and sing as if he was holding a small concert, and then he'd stand on the podium and sing my favorite song loudly.

I felt like I was imprisoned, while he was free.

There was a line in that song of his.

"My feelings for you are hidden in the umbrella that leans towards you."

It happened before the SAT.

I remembered that it was raining heavily that day, and the corridor outside the classroom was wet.

I didn't bring an umbrella, and Dale said he would walk me home.

On the way home, Dale leaned the small umbrella in my direction totally.

Under the street lamp, I could see clearly that Dale's left side body was completely wet.

Rainwater dripped onto Dale's face along his bangs and into my heart.

Under the street lamp, Dale stopped and looked down at my eyes, asking me.

"Can we still be desk mates in college?

"I seem to have gotten used to it."

I answered him.

"Yes, as long as we get into the same school."

So, I looked forward to the whole summer, looking forward to seeing him on campus.

"Hello."

"Eda! Have you checked the trending topics?"

Maria Stanley's scream came from the phone.

She was my childhood friend.

She was also the only person who knew everything about me and Dale.

"Yes. They said Dale plagiarized."

"That's not what I'm talking about!

"He's with someone!

"She's already tweeted and mentioned him!

"She thanked him for writing the song for her!

"I thought he wrote it for you!"

Maria kept shouting, while I had already clicked on Twitter.

The top trending topic on Twitter had changed.

#Dale, plagiarism.

It was the original top trending topic.

#Dale, wrote for her.

I clicked on the newest top trending topic.

Everyone was forwarding Ruby Fox's tweet.

She tweeted, [Thank you for the song you wrote for me.]

And what made this tweet go viral was the like from Dale himself.

He saved the trouble for the paparazzi.

Almost everyone was cursing him, but some started shipping the couple.

[I thought Dale had no rumors because he's gay! Turns out he's already with someone!]

[The couple is adorable! Dale, Ruby, if you get married, don't forget to send me an invitation!]

I watched those comments.

"Eda, are you listening?"

Maria's voice came from the phone. She hadn't hung up yet.

"Yes. I saw it. What's up?"

"He wrote it for you.

"How come it's for her?"

"Dale wrote the song. If he says it's for her, then it is."

"Then what does that make you?

"What about all the hardships you've endured with him?"

Maria's two questions left me speechless.

I hung up the phone.

What does that make me?

Guess this is a gesture returning the favor he did for me when tilting the umbrella in the rain in my direction.

"Eda, come to the company as soon as possible. There's a case where the client specifically requested you to handle it."

I was immersed in my memories when a phone call from my immediate superior brought me back to reality.

After graduating from university, I joined Glory Company and worked hard for several years, and now I was the head of the PR Department.

To be honest, even I was surprised.

Back then, I was just a silent little girl. And now, I was a professional PR manager who was so confident.

But what surprised me even more was that the client who specifically requested me was Dale.

"Ms. Dolton, I can't do it."

"Eda, this case is the headquarters' test for you. I am about to retire soon.

"Do it well, and you'll be the one responsible for the North American region.

"I hope you can take over my shift."

My immediate superior, Mabel Dolton, left me no choice.

She was implying that if I did it well, she'd strongly recommend me for the position.

If I failed, I wouldn't have another chance to be promoted in the next few years.

I accepted this case because I had no choice.

Less than two hours after agreeing, I regretted it.

Because it was Dale himself who coordinated with me on this case.

I had imagined countless scenes and ways of meeting again after we broke up.

Perhaps we'd meet at Dale's concert or a gathering with college classmates.

But I never expected it to happen at the negotiating table.

To be honest, I was really looking forward to meeting him again.

"Hello, Mr. Cook, I am Eda Cantrell, the head of Glory Company's PR Department.

"I will be responsible for communicating with you from now on.

"Can you tell me what your requirements are?"

"I want you to get back together with me."

I thought Dale would be straightforward, but I didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

But he was Dale, which made it make sense.

He had been straightforward and sincere since high school.

"Mr. Cook, this is a workplace."

"How about we talk somewhere else?"

"Dale!

"Don't say anything unrelated to work again.

"Or I will immediately apply to withdraw from this case."

Dale was immediately silenced by my scolding, just like a Samoyed being scolded by its owner, blushing and not speaking.

I opened the prepared materials and started reporting.

I had already organized the main points discussed by netizens.

They wanted to know whether Dale plagiarized.

They wanted to know who was the song really for.

They wanted to know whether Dale was announcing his relationship with Ruby by liking her tweet.

I hadn't told him the way of dealing with the situation.

He had already started to explain incessantly.

"I didn't plagiarize. He's trying to smear me.

"I wrote it for my beloved, Eda.

"Announcing what? She's trying to piggyback me."

"Then why did you like her tweet?"

"It was a slip of the hand!

"I was going to send her a DM, warning her to stop.

"I accidentally liked her tweet.

"I wanted to unlike it, but the netizens had already found out."

Dale's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke as if he were a child who had done something wrong.

"What do you need us to do for you?"

"I don't care what they say about me.

"I just want you to get back together with me."

"Why should I?

"It was you who wanted to break up in the first place, and now you want to get back together?

"What do you think I am, Dale? Am I just for fun?"

Dale was scolded by me so harshly that he couldn't say a word, and his face turned red as he picked his fingers.

I thought Dale would change, but he was still childish.

Whenever he did something wrong, he still picked his fingers and didn't say anything.

"I will apply to change the person in charge of your case. This way, please."

I stood up and was about to leave. Seeing that I was really mad, Dale immediately got up and came over to hold my hand.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll stop.

"I really need you. It's really a big deal.

"Everyone in the studio is busy handling refunds and has no time to do public relations for me.

"All the netizens are scolding me."

"I will get the best legal team we have for you."

After saying that, I opened the door and walked out, leaving Dale standing in situ in a daze.

Five minutes later, I asked an intern to take Dale out of the meeting room.

The intern had been inside for a long time, and I had been staring at the meeting room in the distance.

Half an hour later, Dale walked out of the meeting room with a smile on his face.

As soon as he left the company, I received a friend request on my WhatsApp.