Josei
Yunluo
My youngest sister had been flirting with three men.
Unfortunately, she had used my name and our middle sister’s.
All three came to ask for her hand.
To smooth things over, our parents suggested that we each marry one of them.
My other sister wavered.
I refused.
There was nothing wrong with me.
Why should I marry a man who had loved my sister?
Didn’t I deserve a love untainted by all this?
I looked up at my youngest sister, who kept avoiding my eyes, and said evenly: “First, tell me exactly what happened between you and those three men.”
Zhi Yuan
When Xie Yan was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I was abroad, clearing my head.
He was calling for the hundredth time when my secretary-a man standing six-foot-two-finally picked up the phone.
“Where are you? Who is that with you?” I heard his voice crack over the line, sounding like he was on the verge of a total breakdown.
I couldn’t help but let out a mocking sneer. “Didn’t we agree to stay out of each other’s business? Why are you acting like such a sore loser now?”
