Meteor Garden -2001- -

Shancai had crossed him. Deliberately.

“No,” she said. “This is my place.” meteor garden -2001-

The music was deep and raw, not a polished recital piece but something angry, something searching. It came from the rotunda. She crept closer, licking the last of her popsicle, and peered through a shattered window. Shancai had crossed him

Not a real storm—though the rain was lashing Taipei like a punishment—but the storm of consequences. Shancai’s father called, his voice thin and shattered. The health inspector had shown up at the stall. A surprise inspection. They’d found violations that didn’t exist. The stall was shut down. Indefinitely. Shancai had crossed him. Deliberately. “No