Guo Changcheng kept sobbing. “Shen-laoshi, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?” Perhaps hoping to ease Guo Changcheng’s terror, Shen Wei gave the question careful consideration before nodding. “I do.” Through tears, Guo Changcheng choked out, “Like what?” “There is someone I met only by chance. There are no connections between us; to him, I must only be a stranger with whom he’s exchanged a few words.” Shen Wei spoke gently against the background noise of scratching nails. “But I very much want to see him one more time.”

