Before my crazy grandfather died, he gave me three walnuts. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I smashed the first one as instructed and was forced to kowtow three times to the beggar under the overpass. However, I accidentally knocked over the undercover policeman and escaped the fatal trap of the trafficker. I fell in love with the policeman who rescued me, and we were about to get married in a wedding dress. I cracked open the second walnut with joy, and there was only an old photo inside - my fiancée, laughing and strangling another groom. The third walnut, I never dare to open again.
