They said that I spent three months gambling on love, but they didn't know that the repair started twenty years ago: the night my mother cut the artery with a broken piece of porcelain, I became the last sacrifice of this piece of celadon. When Lu Chen's pistol was pressed against the bottle bottom pattern I had repaired, the detector showed that the fetal heart rate stopped at 160 beats per minute - exactly the length of time he kissed me for the first time.
