Zhuang Ming turned his head and left the restaurant. How regrettable it would be if, in the end, they had to part ways.
He couldn't remember how long the two had been on-again, off-again. Their relationship navigated emotional conflicts, personality adjustments, class consciousness, and even the disparities in their identities and experiences. Throughout it all, it was hard to tell how deep or shallow their love for each other was. All he saw was that neither could let go of the other.
The auntie came over to clear the pearwood brocade box from the bar. Her first reaction was that it was too valuable. Even empty, it couldn't be discarded, as a box used by someone wealthy and influential to store pearls would have collectible value.
Shen Jing suddenly leaned over. "Auntie Zhang, did that wealthy lady's wish eventually come true?"
The auntie smiled in response. "Very effective. Good fortune came within a month, and her depression even improved along with it."
