Stories I've Heard Over the Years in China

The lost ring

That ring had been missing for a long time.

I was pretty anxious when I lost it. It was a gift from a friend, silver with my name engraved inside. I searched everywhere—my house, office, and even called up my regular spots, but I couldn’t find it. Eventually, I gave up.

Time passed, and I forgot about it. Then, during a business trip to a city I had never been to, I checked into a random hotel. When I entered the room, I noticed a ring on the bedside table. I picked it up and froze—my name was engraved inside. It was my lost ring.

I considered asking the front desk but figured they wouldn’t know. To this day, I still can’t explain it, but sometimes life is full of strange coincidences.