They say when it rains, it pours. Several days after the relationship backslide, Jingyuan still couldn't make sense of it. He'd been so "model" about remembering her birthday and buying cake—yet Zhihui had inexplicably said she only wanted to be friends. In a situation like that, what could feel more like rotten luck than Officer Gao showing up at the door? Impatience wrote itself across Jingyuan's face. The officer paid no attention to his ugly expression. "I'm not here to make trouble. Good n...