She pressed the number-call button.
"Patient number twenty-three, please come to Exam Room Six."
The appointment details appeared on the screen. Wen Shiyu glanced over them, her hand freezing halfway to the cup.
Shen Yanci. Male. Twenty-nine years old.
The bottom of the cup struck the desk with a sharp clink.
Three words. Seven years ago, she had stuffed everything connected to that name, photos, notes, a scrap of paper with his phone number, into a shoebox and pushed it under the bed in her rented apartment. She had thought that name was no longer part of her life.
Now it was printed on an appointment slip, right beside her hand.
The consulting-room door swung open.
