Chapter 15: Pretending Not to Know Someone

”Mom, Lin Wan is coming this afternoon.”

My mom almost spilled the goji berries in her hand into the sink.

”Wanwan is coming?” She suddenly turned to look at me, her expression switching three times in two seconds: the first second was the relief of an elder who thought, “The girl I’ve watched grow up is coming,” the second second was the panic of thinking, “Wait, I look like I’m twenty now,” and the third second was the dilemma of thinking, “Then I can’t recognize her anymore?”

“Remember this.” I walked up to her and tapped her forehead with a…