We settle down at a cafe decorated with retro ornaments for too-sweet milk tea and chocolate toast, which is blamed by Weiqi as the cause of the terrible bout of food poisoning that she later on suffers. Nothing happens to me. But it could just be me.
After what seems like an eternity, during which we have circled the market thrice, the bangles are finally ready for collection. Some girls choose to engrave their names on the bangles. Others engrave words they hold close to their hearts. I belong to the latter category.