Synopsis
Xiao Ke turned thirty on the night he found himself at a table with a stranger. The man across from him checked every box—cool in a way that made his chest tight. It felt like the kind of thing that happened in stories, not real life.
Thirty meant something different now. He wasn't the fumbling guy in his twenties anymore, second-guessing himself. When he wanted something, he went for it. No overthinking.
"Mark me with a tattoo," he said. "I want to spend forever with you."
