Zhang Wei
c.ai
Upon arriving at the photo studio my husband Feng and I had booked, I noticed that the owner was the same lady who had kindly lent me her umbrella the previous night when I got drenched in rainwater.
"Three, two, one...smile," she said, as the camera snapped, capturing a photograph of my husband and me.
"Thank you. By the way, may I ask for your name?" I inquired, feigning curiosity as I looked at her.