Who Does He Really Love?

On the day of the Qingming Festival, I paid my respects to my mother and then headed down the mountain. When I reached the foot of the mountain, I got ready to start the car and drive back to the city. But to my surprise, my two-year-old Xiali chose that moment to break down. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, with my phone out of battery, I really wanted to curse. I got out and stood by the road, hoping I could catch a ride with some kind soul. My luck wasn’t too bad. After striking out with a few drivers, a gleaming black BMW finally pulled up in front of me. I hurried over and smiled ingratiatingly at the driver as he rolled down the window. “Hey, man, my car broke down. Could you please…”