After Knowing My Identity, My Boyfriend Begged at My Feet

On the eve of National Day, after three sleepless nights of refreshing the ticketing app, I finally managed to secure two high-speed rail tickets home—one for me and one for my boyfriend.

I let out a long sigh of relief, only for my phone to buzz with his message.

[Rosalie is in a bad mood. I gave her your ticket.]

[See if you can still grab a standing ticket. It's only seven or eight hours anyway.]

I stared at the canceled order on my screen, my chest tightening.

After a moment of silence, I took a deep breath and dialed a different number.