On my thirtieth birthday, the eighteen-year-old girl Fu Chiyan had been sponsoring showed up uninvited.
As I clasped my hands and made a wish, the girl burst out laughing.
The next second, she covered her mouth and looked at me innocently. "Sis, I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought, at your age, why do you still believe in this stuff?"
When she saw my face go cold,
Fu Chiyan crossed his legs and loosely circled her in his arms. "Tao Zhi, Lin Wan is just telling the truth. Who are you making that face at?"
I suddenly realized that the man I'd loved for ten years was nothing special after all.
