When I fell and went into obstructed labor, Shen Yuze got a call from a young nurse asking for help. He told me to stop being dramatic, then hurried off. After losing my baby, I came across the nurse’s social media post: “I’m such a silly goose. Yuze-gege gave me a durian, and its spikes pricked my finger. It hurts so much.”
I quietly liked the post, then accepted a job at an art museum overseas. After I left, the nurse’s dog dug up an infant’s skeleton in the garden. Shen Yuze, always so calm and composed, suddenly went mad.
