>When I picked up Shen Weiwei, she was covered in blood and asked me with blank eyes: "Who are you?"
>The eighteen-year-old girl is like a blank sheet of paper, but she can cook Michelin-starred meals and help me negotiate a multi-million contract.
>The day she showed her love awkwardly, I pushed her away because of my age: "I'm thirty-five, old enough to be your uncle."
>Seven years later, at the business summit, she was my equal as a technology upstart.
>The media asked about our past, and she smiled: "Mr. Lu? It's just a strange and kind-hearted person I met when I lost my memory."
>I searched all over the city before blocking people in front of her apartment, but I saw her whispering intimately with her young and promising partner.
>In the night rain, she looked at my wet shoulders and chuckled: "Chasing me now? Mr. Lu, the age difference is even bigger."
