Confession in a Coffee Cup

The old injury in his knee was like a rusty lock, sealing away Gao Xianzhuo's pride and all his former glory on the court. He grew quieter and quieter on social media, feeling like nothing but a burden. That evening, at a street corner, he ran into his ex-girlfriend arm in arm with the man who had destroyed his knee—and every scabbed-over wound was ripped open again, raw and bleeding. He called his best friend Zheng Juntai, the only one who still answered his calls, not knowing that buried in his friend's heart was a secret crush heavier than his own injured knee—one hidden for seven whole years.