A girl named Milk Tea Girl

[First Encounter]

How did I get to know the "Milk Tea Girl"? For a while, due to work needs, I was
taking English classes at an English tutoring center near National Cheng Kung University, two days a week. I always parked my car on Shengli Road. Later,
I became familiar with the lady who charged the parking tickets. Sometimes, even if it was two or three hours of parking, she would kindly only charge for one hour
. I wasn't sure if this would interfere with her work, so I told her, "Auntie
, it's okay if you charge the full amount." (As an aside, I'm not going to write about my story with the lady who charges the tickets;
please leave now.

) Back then, I liked bubble tea, and I would always buy one before class. By chance, I found
a "Milk Tea Girl" at a certain stall quite cute. She was over 160cm tall, slender, and pretty. She always wore her hair
in a , didn't smile much, and had a cool vibe. Let's call her the "Milk Tea Girl" for now!

Every week, I would buy milk tea from the "Milk Tea Girl" stall twice, always around 6:30 PM. One
day, two days, a week, a month passed, and I drank countless cups of milk tea. It was pretty good
, and the "Milk Tea Girl" was pretty too, so I stuck with her stall.

During those one or two months, I never spoke to her, just showed up at
her stall at the same time every day. Later, she seemed to notice me too; it was like we were telepathically connected. Whenever I appeared, before I could even speak
, she would automatically make me a bubble milk tea.

Then one time, I got tired of bubble milk tea and wanted papaya milk. I went to her stall again,
and before I could even say anything, she had already prepared a bubble milk tea for me. But I really wanted to be a good person—no, wait, I
wanted papaya milk—so I shyly told her, "I want papaya milk!" She seemed
a little embarrassed and gave me an awkward smile. That was the first time I saw her smile at me.

The milk tea girl made me another papaya milk tea. Just as I was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something and
called me from behind, saying, "This milk tea is for you." I'm the introverted type, often passive
and naturally lazy. When interacting with unfamiliar women, the first step is usually the most important and also the hardest. If the feeling is right, the
subsequent relationship will naturally follow. Often, the first sentence is the hardest.

Gradually, I started interacting with the milk tea girl. When there were fewer people, I would take the initiative to chat with her. I learned that she was from Hsinchu
, a senior at National Cheng Kung University, with few classes. She usually worked here until 7 pm,
and also did tutoring in the evenings and on weekends. She sounded like a well-behaved, kind, and self-sufficient girl.

As we got to know each other better, the "Milk Tea Girl" would proactively ask about my job and why I regularly came to buy milk tea
—trivial things like that. I also managed to get her phone number at a good opportunity.
Although I rarely called her, I invited her out a few times. Sometimes we'd go to Dongning Road for braised dishes, to Fuqi
Feipian (a Sichuan , to Fuqian Road for stir-fried eel noodles, and to Jiankang Road for Opium Tapioca Balls—trying all the local snacks. I even took her to the movies
.

She was as fresh and lovely as the girl next door, and I never dared to cross any lines; our relationship was purely platonic.
Okay ! I admit I was a noob! Before I met the "Milk Tea Girl," she was already in a relationship with her senior,
a year ahead of her, who was serving in the military.

Whenever we met up, we rarely talked about personal matters or deep topics. Occasionally, we'd
discuss some textbook knowledge. Each time we went out, it was mostly just eating and chatting, never past
midnight.

I think the "Milk Tea Girl" probably liked me quite a bit! Because she usually agreed to my invitations, I felt she
loved her boyfriend more; from what she said, I sensed a deep bond between them.

[Travel]

During a long weekend, I asked if she had any work and invited her to Kenting. She
said she'd wait until she was sure her boyfriend wasn't on vacation. A week before the weekend, we had dinner together, and she confirmed
her boyfriend didn't have any days off and could travel with me. I suggested a two-day, one-night trip, staying at the Howard Plaza Hotel, and going to the Sichongxi
hot springs. I'd never let her come home past midnight before, and today I was being so bold with my invitation.

Upon hearing my itinerary, she immediately agreed! Sigh… I felt incredibly guilty.
She trusted me so much, so innocent and guileless, and I even had a wicked thought
! Alas!

During the Lunar New Year holiday, I picked her up near National Cheng Kung University and gave her a bottle of Guerlain Shalimar
perfume. Having known Milk Tea Girl for so long, I've never seen her wear makeup or smelled her perfume. She'll be graduating in
a few months , and I thought, "You'll need perfume for your job later!" She
smiled and accepted my suggestion.

We arrived in Kenting, and since it was still early, we headed to Sichongxi and randomly chose a hot spring hotel.
We soaked in the public pool together. Soaking in a public pool isn't anything special; it's purely for relaxation and improving blood circulation.
It turned out this was Milk Tea Girl's first time in a hot spring—no wonder! For the first third of her life, she's either studying or
working, rarely having leisure time, which made me want to take good care of her.

Before we left, I reminded her to bring a swimsuit, but when we got to the hot spring, I realized
she hadn't. I asked her why, and she said she didn't have one. It made me a little sad, so I took her to
the swimsuit section and bought her a one-piece swimsuit. Seeing the "Milk Tea Girl" in her swimsuit, I couldn't help but
glance at her . She even seemed a little

uncomfortable! Soaking in the hot spring, beads of sweat trickled down her nose, and her face was flushed—she looked absolutely beautiful. After
a while, she said she couldn't stand it anymore. I told her not to overthink it; she was just too hot. We rested briefly, soaked for a bit longer, and then
called it a day. Feeling

refreshed and hungry after the hot spring, we hurried to Kenting. Look! We were still at
the intersection leading to Guanshan when we were pulled over for running a red light—how unlucky! The "Milk Tea Girl" kept apologizing to me.
I laughed and said, "Why are you apologizing to me?" She said, "Because I took you to Kenting, that's why I
got a ticket." I smiled and said, "It's okay!" I was even more impressed by her kind heart.

Arriving at the Howard Plaza Hotel, we checked into a suite with two king-size beds overlooking the sea. The decor wasn't
as opulent as a motel, but it was Milk Tea Girl's first time staying in a five-star hotel, and she seemed quite curious, touching everything around
.

I asked her where she usually stayed when she visited Kenting. She said she always slept in dormitories, like the Youth Activity Center or
Kenting Ranch, and so on. I thought to myself, "Hmm, I
stayed in all those places back in my student days." But since we were planning to travel, spending a little more money for a nicer stay didn't matter; money is just an external
thing.

After settling in, Milk Tea Girl and I went to another hotel, Caesars Hotel's buffet restaurant, for dinner. We both
enjoyed our immensely. After dinner, we went to the bar and ordered some drinks. Milk Tea Girl doesn't drink alcohol, only coffee.
Accompanied by soothing music, ah… isn't this Shangri-La on earth!

After leaving Caesar Park, the two of them strolled through the crowded streets of Kenting, instantly forgetting all their worries.
They happily wandered the streets, returning to the Howard Plaza Hotel close to midnight. The younger brother bought a few bottles of ice-cold beer to
take into the hotel.

Once in the room, the "Milk Tea Girl" asked which bed I wanted. I said, "You choose first." But in my heart, I thought, "I
want to sleep with you." She then asked who wanted to shower first. I jokingly said, "Can we shower together?"
She paused, then said, "You're not kidding, are you?" Sensing the awkward atmosphere, I quickly smoothed
things over, saying, "Just kidding!"

After she finished showering, the younger brother took a closer look. Could it be? She was wearing casual long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, and apparently, she was even wearing underwear
! I said, "Are you going to sleep like this? Won't it be uncomfortable?" She said it was fine, because she was sleeping in the same room as me
, and she was more used to wearing it this way. Oh, right! A lone man and woman sharing a room, I thought to myself.

After I finished showering and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I saw the "Milk Tea Girl" (a
nickname for a young woman) with her head down, seemingly writing something. She said she was writing a journal, and I kept insisting on seeing it. She finally gave in and let me see a few entries. The writing
was good, and the sentiments were profound; she was indeed a top student from the literature department.

However, she refused to let me see what she had just written, only showing me a few entries she had selected herself. I
insisted on flipping to the pages she had just written, and she rushed to snatch it back. I dodged and read
, and she started to cry. I felt very embarrassed and quickly returned the journal to her, apologizing sincerely. She forgave me and smiled through her tears.

Even though I had only caught a glimpse of it, I had already seen the gist of today's entry. It mentioned that she
had gone out with someone she liked today and was very happy, hoping to be happy like that often. A young girl's heart is always poetic,
filling my heart with sweetness.

The "Milk Tea Girl" comes from a poor family and has had a difficult life. Her father has been bedridden for many years, and her mother works as a factory worker. She
is the eldest daughter and has a younger sister. Although she is about to graduate from a national university, I don't know
what kind of job she can find with a degree in literature. I'm quite worried about her future.

That night, with the small light on, my younger brother treated me with respect, not daring to be presumptuous. We lay on our own
beds, chatting as we slept, talking about many of her experiences. Suddenly, she started to choke up, probably
because the contrast between her own troubles and her happiness that day made her emotional. I
got up, grabbed some tissues, and sat on the edge of her bed, handing them to her to wipe herself.

After she calmed down a bit, I got some beer. She then said something very
strange: she said she had a boyfriend and couldn't sleep with me that night, and apologized! Upon hearing this, I was both amused and annoyed.
She wasn't exactly dull, nor was she particularly clever. So, I quietly sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with her until she
fell asleep. Meanwhile, I, drowning my sorrows in alcohol, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Oh well! A gentleman doesn't take advantage of a vulnerable situation.

The next morning, Milk Tea Girl got up early, opened the window, and was greeted by a breathtaking view of the sea and sky
merging into one. She even thoughtfully brought me breakfast downstairs. Although I'm very sleepy, after breakfast, I skipped sleep to accompany her
for a walk in Kenting National Park.

Back at the hotel, after a short rest, we visited some popular tourist spots, pilgrimages amidst the crowds. Driving back to Tainan,
it was already past 10 PM. Before getting out of the car, Milk Tea Girl said she wanted to kiss me to thank me for taking her out. That kiss
left me with mixed feelings; what a carefree and innocent girl.

Gradually, I finished my English classes, and "Milk Tea Girl" graduated not long after. Before graduation, I
took her to Shin Kong Mitsukoshi in front of the train station and bought her a designer suit. Later, she left Tainan and returned to Hsinchu.
Before that, I hadn't even held her hand. Sigh...

As long as you have the will, everyone can have their own story. Writing these stories with emotional foundations
feels more meaningful, and also more poignant. Sometimes, while writing, tears well up uncontrollably. Although heroes don't
easily shed tears, unfortunately, I am not a hero. Some stories, from meeting to ending, conclude in just a few hours or days
, so they are less detailed, like a wild goose leaving a trace on the snow, a boat passing by without leaving a mark on the water. I'm too lazy to put effort into describing them.

When a touching story develops to a certain stage, with emotions becoming entangled and intertwined, it's no longer a matter of simply
escaping. It's like flying a kite; if you let go of the string before it even takes flight, the kite won't leave your
sight but will instead fall down in front of you, making you feel heartbroken. Only when the kite has the ability to soar with the wind and
fly high in the sky can your heart truly find freedom. When a girl you once loved has the opportunity to find
a good partner, you won't be sad but rather filled with joy. This is a shift in emotions,
because the kite can finally fly freely.

Many stories don't just happen one after another, but overlap. After Milk Tea Girl left Tainan, my younger brother
would occasionally go north to meet her for dinner and give her small gifts—it was commonplace; feelings are priceless!

Milk Tea Girl's style of dress is always the same: jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers.
Although there's no change, it's always refreshingly elegant and endlessly pleasing to the eye. Sometimes I ask her why she's never worn the clothes I bought for her
. She didn't shy away from saying her sister really liked it and gave it to her to wear, which made her brother instantly swoon. Sigh!
The old saying goes, "Love me, love my dog," so it's good that she made the decision.

Later, Milk Tea Girl went on to study education and planned to participate in the elementary school teacher selection process
. Her boyfriend also returned to Hsinchu after his military service. He studied engineering and found a job in the Hsinchu Science Park. I haven't contacted Milk Tea Girl since; her boyfriend's attitude towards her...
No, and she takes good care of her family. Both families approve of them as a couple, so it seems there won't be any major changes
.

However, it's strange that when talking about her boyfriend, I always see a hidden, faint
sadness in her eyes. I don't know if I'm overthinking it, but I always feel that she's family-oriented and lives for others. Her boyfriend is
also quite chauvinistic; sometimes when he gets angry, he's harsh with her, and she always accepts it passively. These
are things I've sensed from my conversations with her; she's never complained to me.

Sometimes I try to comfort her, telling her that she needs to have her own emotions sometimes and not always act like a submissive wife.
She says she knows, but even so, when she's wronged, I don't think she dares to say a word.

[Love in a Foreign Land]

Later, due to work, I also briefly went to New York, USA. During that time, I would still occasionally call to check on her.
Her family didn't have internet at home to save money, so I rarely saw her on MSN.
While studying education, "Milk Tea Girl" also worked part-time at a publishing house, occasionally as a substitute teacher, or taught calligraphy or elementary school
composition. She seemed like a pretty gentle girl.

One afternoon around 1 PM, I saw her MSN account was online. I didn't dare message her, afraid her
boyfriend might have logged in with her account. Later, she messaged me first. Looking at the time, it was already past 1 AM in Taiwan.
Why wasn't she asleep yet?

I asked her, "Are you busy? Why are you still up so late?" She said she went to an internet cafe. I
felt something was off. She never went to internet cafes. What was she doing there so late? I quickly said
I'd call and find out. She suggested we chat online first. She said her boyfriend had dumped her and fallen for
another girl.

I thought to myself, "That's normal. What's the big deal?" But despite my thoughts, I still
comforted her, mentioning that she and her boyfriend were each other's first love. I asked the girl with the milk tea nickname, "What did your boyfriend say?"
She said he said they should just be friends for now. Instead of kicking her while she was down, I comforted her, saying, "Don't
be sad! Your boyfriend will come back to you after a while; he's just confused for a moment."

I asked her, "Do you love him? If he comes back, will you forgive him?" She seemed unsure
. However, her boyfriend had covered it up very well; neither she nor his family knew anything.
She even covered for him, and he would come to her house and go out with her. It was truly unbearable
.

Sigh! I often wonder, in this world, should one be a good person or a bad person? I'm kind-hearted, and I
don't seem like a bad person, but being a good person makes me vulnerable to being taken advantage of. So, I decided to be a kind-hearted bad person, because
only those who have been bad know what bad people are thinking, and can use their conscience at the right time
to help good people in need through bad means.

After the "Milk Tea Girl" left the internet cafe, my younger brother called her. She was crying on the phone, and I felt
sorry for her, repeatedly comforting her and urging her to go home quickly. Happiness is doubled when shared, and sadness is
lessened when others share the burden.

I talked to the "Milk Tea Girl" for a while, but my international calling card was about to run out of power, so I had to get a new one
. Her phone was also running out of battery, so I gave up. Before hanging up, I told her, "Don't be sad. No matter
what I'll always care about you and take care of you."

Later, the "Milk Tea Girl's" boyfriend and she fell into a cold war. His family knew about it and strongly opposed
him finding someone else, having already decided that the "Milk Tea Girl" was his only choice. Her boyfriend acted childishly, accusing her
of tattling and making things difficult for her at every turn. Alas! Even a wise judge can't settle family disputes, and as an outsider, I was helpless.

Seeing how miserable Milk Tea Girl's love life was, with her boyfriend barely paying attention to her and practically taking advantage of her, coming
and going as he pleased, I felt truly sorry for her. I told her, "Why don't you come to America
to see me? Consider it a way to clear your head!" I knew Milk Tea Girl didn't have any grand ambitions in life; traveling abroad was her only
wish at the time.

She asked how many days she'd be gone. I said, "At least a week would be more than enough!" After several invitations,
and much consideration, she finally mustered the courage to come see me. The only obstacle was her lack of money. Milk Tea Girl always seemed
so poor, always earning too little. I'd never received a gift from her, at most a handmade card—
sigh…sincerity is priceless.

Then, the ever-helpful person appeared again—none other than myself! I asked a friend in Taiwan to buy her a plane ticket and
helped her apply for a US visa. I did everything I could, oh dear! If Milk Tea Girl had a few more of these experiences, she'd definitely go bankrupt.

After her US visa was successfully obtained and her plane ticket was purchased, "Milk Tea Girl" finally flew to see me. I remember I helped
her buy a Continental Airlines ticket, flying directly from Taiwan to JFK John F. Kennedy International Airport in New York via Tokyo, Japan,
while the Taiwan-Japan flight was connected by JAJ Airlines.

Since it was "Milk Tea Girl's" first time flying, I specifically instructed her on how to transfer before she left, and reminded her to
bring warm clothes, as New York was very cold at that time, already in winter. I also gave her my US cell phone number.

"Milk Tea Girl" arrived in New York in the evening, and as soon as I finished work, I drove straight to the airport to pick her up. Seeing "Milk Tea
Girl's" figure walking towards me from the other side of the gate, my heart couldn't help but flutter. It had been
almost two years since I last saw her after her boyfriend's discharge from the military; it felt like a lifetime had passed. It was as if we
had survived a war, and our reunion was joyful yet tinged with a touch of sadness.

While waiting to clear customs, the "Milk Tea Girl" looked around and saw me waving at her. She
looked at me happily, and as she stepped out of the gate, I couldn't help but reach out and hold her hand, my excitement
overflowing.

She didn't have much luggage, just a simple carry-on bag. I held her hand as we walked
out of the airport terminal, and she didn't pull away, letting me hold her hand naturally. We walked happily together.

Back in my single dorm, two or three close colleagues took the opportunity to come over and chat, wanting to see what the "Milk Tea Girl" looked like.
Before leaving, they gave me wicked smiles. "Hey, get lost, stop fantasizing! I know you've been vegetarians for a long
time." After

shooing them away, I asked the "Milk Tea Girl" if she had eaten dinner. It turned out she had eaten on the plane and had taken her toiletries.
I gave her a bath towel after her 20-plus-hour flight so she could take a shower and relax. Seeing her dry lips, I also
gave her a bottle of lip balm.

After showering, she used my phone to call home to let me know she arrived safely. It turned out she was calling her sister; only
her sister knew she was in New York. Her family didn't know and assumed she was traveling in the East Coast with classmates. She also
gave my phone number to her sister, just in case.

That evening, I took her to the 24-hour Wall Mart and bought her a lightweight
snowsuit. Being new to the city, everything was new to her, and she kept asking questions. It had already
snowed several times, and the roads were covered in snow. It was the first time she'd seen snow, and she was quite excited, mentioning that once
during a cold snap, she'd gone to Hehuan Mountain, but there wasn't enough moisture to snow. I told Milk Tea Girl, "You'll have a chance
to see it ; a cold front might be arriving soon." Milk Tea Girl looked excited, her gloom vanished
, and she became expectant.

On the way home, we stopped at Dunkin' Donuts again and bought donuts for breakfast the next day. We returned to our dorm.
The next day was Friday, and I had some things to do, so I showed Milk Tea Girl how to use some electrical appliances and
chatted with her happily for a while. Then I urged her to go to bed, gave her my room, and slept
on the living room carpet. Milk Tea Girl couldn't sleep because of jet lag, which is normal. When I woke up,
I found out she hadn't slept all night and had been using my computer in my room to pass the time until dawn.

When Milk Tea Girl saw I was awake, she thoughtfully offered to make me coffee. Hey! Milk Tea Girl has some training! The espresso she made
smelled really good, and the breakfast she made was delicious too. I told Milk Tea Girl to stay home and wait for me because she
was unfamiliar with the area , didn't speak the language well, and had nowhere to go. I felt quite apologetic and hoped to spend more time taking her out to have fun, so the trip
wouldn't be in vain.

That morning, I hurriedly finished my work, thinking Milk Tea Girl must be incredibly bored at home,
unable . When I got home, damn it, in the dead of winter, Milk Tea Girl had vacuumed the carpet, scrubbed the bathroom and kitchenette
until they shone, and even hand-washed all the clothes that I usually only wash in the washing machine after a week.
The living room was also perfectly organized. Wow! Amazing! Is she a Taiwanese version of "Oshin"? I
thanked Milk Tea Girl repeatedly, and she said she was used to doing these tasks, which was a big plus.

That afternoon, I took Milk Tea Girl into the city. We had lunch at Burger King on the way. I asked Milk Tea Girl if
she was tired . Although she looked tired after not sleeping all night, she insisted she wasn't. Upon entering New York City, without
telling my girlfriend where we were going, we took the subway, wandering around aimlessly, following the map. I'm terrible with directions, so I was just hoping not to get lost in
Brookline and get robbed.

Emerging from the intersection, hmm! We smelled the sea breeze. My girlfriend suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Look to the left
! Wow! Isn't that the Statue of Liberty we only see on TV?" She was beaming with excitement.

We arrived at the ferry terminal, bought two tickets, and boarded the ferry to
Ellis Ellis Island was the former customs house for European and British immigrants to America; the movie "
The Legend of 1900" features a stop there.

Looking down at Manhattan from the foot of the Statue of Liberty, we could see towering skyscrapers. Back then, the World Trade
Center hadn't collapsed yet. My girlfriend took photos, her excitement overflowing. Leaving the Statue of Liberty tourist area
, I led my daughter, Milk Tea Girl, on a leisurely exploration, like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden.

I rarely explore the city center, but we stumbled upon Central Park and found the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
Inside the lobby was the Egyptian Gallery, with a strangely eerie atmosphere. There was also a Chinese section, with Tang Dynasty tri-colored pottery! Damn! It must have
been looted during the burning of the Old Summer Palace by the Eight-Nation Alliance. I immediately thought of returning it to its rightful owner, but alas! Being in a foreign land,
I shouldn't take risks, so I abandoned my patriotism.

What impressed me most was seeing Gauguin's self-portrait, and masterpieces by Cézanne and Monet—many of which
I'd only seen in history textbooks, now up close. Some of the paintings weren't covered, and the security cordon was so tight you
could practically spit on them while talking. I guessed the ones not covered might be fakes, while the real ones were probably on tour or
stored away. Although photography was prohibited in the museum, some people still took pictures secretly.

After wandering around for a while, the "Milk Tea Girl" was thoroughly enjoying herself, while I was rather uninterested. Finally, after finishing the Metropolitan
Museum of Art, we went to Fifth Avenue. The entire street was lined with flagship stores of luxury brands, but we mostly just rushed past – it was too extravagant
. The "Milk Tea Girl" didn't really understand the concept of designer brands.

Later, for dinner, we went to Chinatown in Flushing for Hong Kong-style
dim sum passed a bubble tea stall called "Xiao Zhe," and I teased her, saying, "You could sell bubble tea here." We spent over NT$100 on
a cup of bubble tea, and both of us shook our heads – it was awful! The tapioca balls at the "Milk Tea Girl's" shop were much better.

After dinner, we took a taxi back to our accommodation early. The
"Milk Tea Girl," due to jet lag and being tired from a day of sightseeing, leaned her head on my shoulder and dozed off. I tried my best to keep her awake, insisting she stay
up until midnight so she could adjust to the time difference more easily. Looking at her beautiful face, I couldn't help but
feel a little tipsy myself. Strange! "I didn't drink just now, how come I'm drunk?"

Relationships are like the two poles of a magnet; if they're in the right positions, they'll draw closer and closer; if they're in the wrong positions,
they'll repel each other and drift further apart. That night, Milk Tea Girl was exhausted too. Back at her place, after a little tidying up,
she fell fast asleep.

The next day at noon, we went into town to see an opera. It was all screaming and yelling, and it seemed to be about a Gypsy people
. Actually, I slept through the entire performance, but Milk Tea Girl seemed quite interested. After leaving the theater, she even discussed the plot with me, while
I knew absolutely nothing.

That evening, we bought tickets again and went to the top of the Empire State Building for a romantic getaway. Milk Tea Girl gazed into the distance, lost in
thought, and asked me which side Taiwan was on. I said, "The earth is round; you can go back to Taiwan from either side."
I asked, "Have you seen *Sleepless in Seattle*? Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan first
met there." Milk Tea Girl nodded.

The aphrodisiac level here is a whopping 10,000. I hugged the milk tea girl from behind, rested my head on her shoulder, and we whispered to each
other, occasionally letting out a few giggles. This kind of romance cannot be described in words without experiencing it firsthand.

A person's life in this world is but a drop in the ocean, fleeting like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.
For lifetime might be less than half, or even less than a fifth, of what they earn. After a hundred years, they return to dust. If there's a chance
to make those we love or those who love us happy in our limited time, I think it's worthwhile.

That night, back at my rented apartment, Milk Tea Girl came in after showering, her hair still wet. She excitedly rushed out and
said to me, "You're such a good person, look out the window!" No doubt, Milk Tea Girl habitually calls me "Good Person." I
walked to the French windows, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked out. Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky, all was quiet.

I told Milk Tea Girl to quickly dry her hair so we could go downstairs to play in the snow. After Milk Tea Girl dried her hair, I took
her down to the lawn. It's actually not as cold when it snows. Water vapor condenses into snowflakes, releasing heat
, which makes the weather not very cold before and during snowfall. It's colder when the snow melts.

I took the "Milk Tea Girl" downstairs in a long-sleeved t-shirt. She was incredibly excited, seeing snow for the first time
. Soon, her hair and body were covered in a thin layer of snowflakes. After a while, I brushed
the snow off her and we went back upstairs to our room.

Back in the room, she offered to give me a massage. I lay down on the carpet in the living room, opened
the curtains of the French windows, dimmed the lights, and everything was quiet. Outside, snow was falling, and the silence created a
sense of detachment from worldly concerns—like living like a hermit. The atmosphere was perfect. I got up, opened the refrigerator, and poured her
a glass of pure Connor orange juice. I took out a bottle of beer. One advantage of being in America is that beer
is cheaper than cola and bottled water.

She carefully massaged me, asking if I felt comfortable. I responded, and
we messed around, eventually ending up completely naked, playing out some outrageous games, even
using . The most unique part was having Milk Tea Girl lie face down on the French windows, using an exaggerated inspection method from a movie, legs
spread apart, butt sticking out, for me to search from behind.

Facing the snow falling outside the window, while inside it was a scene of boundless spring, like the warm sunshine rising from Lantian Mountain – such a strong contrast
! This is what youth without regrets is, without remorse. Until the crucial moment, I said, "Wait, let me go into
the room and get the golden robe." Milk Tea Girl asked, "How do you have it?" I said, "Just in case!" As a result
, the title of "good guy" was changed to "bad guy" by Milk Tea Girl, which was really ruined.

The next day, I took a day off to accompany Milk Tea Girl on a trip, taking her to the outlet to buy her many designer clothes
to take back to Taiwan. I admit that I had to tighten my belt for several months afterward, but it was willingly done, and I was definitely not a
honey trap. It's a pity that Wang Chien-ming wasn't around then, otherwise I would definitely have taken Milk Tea Girl to cheer for Wang Chien-ming.

I also took my daughter, nicknamed "Milk Tea Girl," to beautiful Vermont for sightseeing and skiing. It's a training
ground for the US Winter Olympic team and has an outlet mall where a Burberry cashmere scarf cost over 3,000 NTD,
much cheaper than in Taiwanese department stores. Levi's jeans were less than half the price in Taiwan. I only remember
buying a suitcase for her to pack and take back to Taiwan.

We also went shopping at Victoria's Secret (a famous lingerie store), where she
picked out several items and tried them on for me when we got home, including wearing a sexy
thong quite a sight! Those few days were probably one of the happiest periods of my life. We
completely broke down barriers, like a couple who had been abstinent before marriage but were now indulging in new love, trying everything new and exciting.

Good times always fly by, and the day of parting arrived. My daughter had to go back to work and take care of her family
, and I couldn't stop her. In the airport terminal, the "Milk Tea Girl" (a nickname for a young woman) hugged me tightly, her tears soaking my chest.
She told me that after I returned to Taiwan, I should take her to Hsinchu. Sometimes I heard the A-Ha choir's song "Take".

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