On her wedding anniversary, Tang Wan ate a slice of cake her mother-in-law had handed her, and her vision began to warp. The moment the cream melted on her tongue, that all-too-familiar taste, enough to make her shudder, slammed into her stomach like a punch. She clutched her throat and crouched down as cold sweat rolled from her forehead. The sweet, bloody taste rising in her throat mingled with the distinctive smell of cilantro, and the entire restaurant began to spin.
"Wanwan? Wanwan, what's wrong?" Chen Xiulan reached out in a panic. Her calloused hands waved in front of Tang Wan. "I ordered this cake especially for you, dear. Don't you love cilantro? I asked the bakery to add cilantro...
