At a family banquet, someone, emboldened by drink, asked my wife, Lin Wanqiu, "Wanqiu, back in college, who was the person you were so desperate to go abroad with?" After several rounds of drinks, Lin Wanqiu's cousin, Lin Zhiqiang, suddenly posed the question. The private dining room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Lin Wanqiu. I stood in the corner holding a serving tray, dishing up food and pouring drinks for these so-called "family members." At those words, my fingers clenched without meaning to, and the edge of the tray dug painfully into my palm. Lin Wanqiu set down her chopsticks gracefully, glanced at me, then looked toward Gu Xing, who had just walked in
