When I opened my eyes, Matchmaker Wang was pushing two profiles toward us.
"Zhou Ming, Zhou Liang, take a look," Auntie Wang said, smiling like a chrysanthemum in full bloom. "The one on the left is Director Shen's daughter, Shen Aoxue. She's twenty-eight and works at the auditing bureau. The one on the right is Lin Xiaoya from the cotton mill. She's twenty-five and very hardworking, but... her mother is seriously ill."
The private room was comfortably air-conditioned, yet cold sweat instantly soaked my back. The crystal chandelier overhead swam before my eyes, and the plate of boiled shrimp on the table was still steaming. My younger brother, Zhou Liang, sat across from me, wearing the same shirt I had last...
