My father's numerous warnings were no match for that man's understatement. Just one sentence made her persist to this day.
Under the influence of Uncle Luo, she can speak fluent Mandarin, so that many acquaintances often cannot guess her hometown. But what she was most grateful to Uncle Luo for was that he took a photo of her on a whim, the only photo of her and him.
The man's smile was so warm that she couldn't help but suspect that the Creator secretly added a soothing element to that smile.
The man had a secret, which was that he had two wallets. Until now, she was still complacent about knowing this secret, letting time settle down another secret of her own.