On my twenty-fifth birthday, I smashed one of the three walnuts that could save my life. Inside is a note that says, go under the overpass and kowtow three times to the first beggar you meet. I shamefully did so, but it turned out that the beggar was an undercover police officer and saved me from the traffickers. On the day I married a police officer, I smashed the second walnut with joy. The photo inside shattered all my illusions of happiness. In the photo, my fiancée is smiling brightly and strangling a man's neck. The man's clothes are exactly the same as mine.
