Ding-dong
The phone at the corner of the desk lit up unexpectedly. A completely unfamiliar WeChat profile picture, perhaps a cartoon baby or a blurry landscape, sent a friend request. The note read in bold: “I want to talk to you about Gu Yuzhou.”
Lin Wei’s stylus froze over her drawing tablet, and her brows instantly furrowed. It was like a rotten log suddenly tossed into a calm sea, stirring an unpleasant ripple. Gu Yuzhou. His name, along with that deliberately buried college romance, bitter with failure, was dragged out into the light by this stranger’s message.
A powerful sense of bad luck seized her. Exes should be as good as dead, disappearing from each other’s worlds completely, without even leaving a clue to where their ashes were kept. She took a deep breath, intending to ignore it outright. But for some inexplicable reason, her finger hovered for a moment before she tapped “Accept.” She wanted to see just what kind of trouble this rotten log could cause.
