Behind the half-open door.
Shen Jing sat in the living room, silently staring at the black Bible and red roses before her, her mind blank and idle. I will marry you. Only those three words echoed in her thoughts.
She glanced again at the diamond ring nestled within the Bible; its craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly a collector's piece.
From outside, the occasional sound of suppressed coughing could be heard.
After a long while.
"Is his cold really that bad?" Shen Jing's question was directed at Zhuang Ming.
Zhuang Ming, paid to be at the villa, was still grinding coffee, finding himself in an awkward position.
With an air of detachment, Zhuang Ming replied, "I haven't been around the Second Young Master recently, so I wouldn't know."
Shen Jing abruptly stood up, went upstairs to find the medicine box, located a package of capsules, and hurried back down. She walked towards the half-open door, searching for that solitary, desolate figure.
