My fiancé had been secretly sponsoring a young girl behind my back.
As my car passed by her school, I saw the girl clutching the faded sleeve of a teenage boy, timidly calling him Brother Xu.
The boy had delicate, handsome features and stood tall and elegant, like a white birch tree.
“Bring him over,” I said. “Miss?” I lifted my chin, my tone indifferent. “It’s nothing. I just want to do some sponsoring of my own.”