That night, at midnight.
Shen Jing rose from the bed, suddenly finding herself alone.
Zhou Luchen hadn't slept much. After showering, he donned a loose white robe and went to the study to work.
Thinking.
Shen Jing got out of bed, picked up her nightgown to cover her bare skin, and walked barefoot to the French window.
The heavy rain hadn't stopped; bead-like drops clung to the outer glass.
She raised her hand and gently turned the red prayer beads around her neck. The Sanskrit inscriptions were slightly raised, feeling indescribably comfortable and smooth to the touch.
His girlfriend, she was now. She had no idea what had triggered Zhou Luchen. He was being unreasonable today, not giving her a chance to consider getting back together.
She wondered if she was the first person Zhou Luchen thought of when he received the prayer beads.
