This was probably the unluckiest moment of Lin Zi's life.
Her unrequited love had come to nothing, her taxi got a flat tire, her phone ran out of battery, her wallet was stolen, her heel broke, and the rain poured down.
Then someone held an umbrella over her.
“Miss Lin, you’re better suited to a handsome, sunny man, like me.”
“Miss Lin, if you need a boyfriend, I volunteer.”
“Miss Lin, the fortune-teller said our birth charts are a perfect match, a once-in-a-century pairing. I think you should go along with fate.”
Not every romantic story has a romantic beginning.
The best kind of romance is this: even at my most disheveled, I shine in your eyes.
