An Eighties Heiress and Her Engagement

One day in the early 1980s, I returned to the motherland after thirteen years away, carrying my grandmother’s urn. Ever since I was little, I’d known I had a fiancé seven years older than me. I thought we’d grown distant after all these years apart, but he was so passionate that he clung to me every night. “There, you know you’re afraid of the dark. I’ll stay with you.” With that, he pulled her even closer.