Before our wedding, I begged Ji Shichen to take an early honeymoon trip to France with me.
As soon as we landed at the international airport, he said his childhood sweetheart had gotten drunk at a bar, then left me alone on the streets of France, where I didn’t speak the language.
Unfamiliar with the area, I got lost and had my luggage stolen by a homeless man.
As I stood in the police station, looking disheveled while filing a report, I saw his childhood sweetheart post a photo of their fingers intertwined:
“Someone who loves you can’t bear to leave you lonely. When you need them most, they’ll always be the first to arrive.”
