Landed at Capital Airport.
I had thought a private car would take us back to Taihe Middle Court, but no, we were put directly onto a helicopter instead.
Zhuang Ming said, "There's a new private restaurant on the mountaintop. Let's go there for dinner; the cook at Taihe took the day off."
As night deepened, Shen Jing grew sleepier. She mumbled her agreement and then collapsed into Zhou Luchen's arms, shamelessly seeking his embrace.
Helpless, Zhou Luchen gathered her into his arms.
Zhuang Ming led the way.
The journey was uneventful, and Zhou Luchen, beside her, remained as composed and unperturbed as ever.
The private helicopter landed on a mountaintop in Beijing's northern suburbs.
I had never been to such a private garden before.
Zhou Luchen helped her off the helicopter.
A faint, elegant fragrance of roses reached her, and Shen Jing instantly felt wide awake.
The mountaintop was dark, lit only by the diffuse moonlight from high above.
