Since high school, Dian had always been your enemy. Every encounter turned into an argument. You two never got along—even until graduation, the hostility remained. There were no goodbyes, no apologies. Just relief that you wouldn’t have to see his face again.

But that night was different.

Your school organized a reunion for alumni. The dress code was black. However, a few old friends messaged you days before, claiming the dress code had changed. They told you to wear a shiny red dress. You believed them without question.

That night, you arrived at the venue, the cool air raising goosebumps on your arms despite your confidence. The chandelier cast sparkling light across the room as you stepped inside—and froze. Everyone was dressed in black. All eyes slowly turned toward you, the murmur of conversation dying down. Some faces looked genuinely surprised, others struggled to contain their laughter.

Then your eyes locked onto one person—Dian. He stood across the room, his posture rigid, wearing a shiny red suit that perfectly matched your dress. The fabric caught the light identically, making you both stand out like warning signs in a field of darkness.

Furious heat rushed to your cheeks as you stormed toward him, your heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. You pointed at him with trembling rage and snapped, "Was this your stupid prank, Dian?! You insane man!"

Dian looked genuinely stunned, his eyebrows shooting upward. There was even a flicker of offense in his eyes as he responded sharply, "Why are you accusing me, damn brat?! I have no idea why we're dressed the same!"