A Little Reunion

On the day I came of age, snow fell heavily. He said he wanted to break off our engagement.

To me, it felt like a curse fulfilled by fate: “A timely snow promises a good harvest. Fengnian, when the first snow falls this winter, I'll marry you.”

But now he has his arm around another gentle, demure woman. “Miss Xie, please know your place.”

I lifted my head and smiled. There was none of the pleading he expected in my eyes. Turning away, I took another young man's hand. “Let's go.”

The boy tossed a copper coin into the air and smiled slyly. He was plainly dressed like a beggar.