She slowly paced around the terrace, exercising.
Below, Luoz was swimming. Through the transparent glass, Zhang Yuan could see the splashes he made, his body enveloped in water, perfect, just like him.
Zhang Yuan watched quietly, for the first time her face devoid of expression, her heart as cold as death.
Zhang Yuan felt like she was dead, yet still alive, because her heart no longer held any hope for this man.
After standing quietly for a moment, Zhang Yuan went down the stairs leading from the terrace, not even glancing at Luoz in the pool, and walked out of the courtyard.
It was already past six, only the afterglow of the sun was slanting across the ground. Zhang Yuan looked at the sun for a while and slowly walked forward.
Unknowingly, she found herself at the seaside once again, where she had been in the morning. She smoothed her skirt, found a rock to sit on, and dipped her feet in the water.
