"Qi Longbing... you relentless fiend... why are you so fixated on me? Why?" Hua Xiaomo's head throbbed at the thought. In a fit of frustration, she tossed off her covers and rushed to the window, yanking open the curtains. The window opposite hers was empty, devoid of any presence.
He was long gone.
Hua Xiaomo's gaze on his windowsill grew dull, fixed. For a long while, she just stared, without words or action.
She stood like a statue, gazing at that windowsill for a very, very long time...
Meanwhile, on the street below her window, a black Ferrari was parked. Its occupant hadn't left at all; he had been watching her window the entire time.
But he hadn't expected her to wake up, had he? And not only had she awakened, but she was also staring at the very spot on the window where he had been?
The implication was clear.
Qi Longbing smiled, deeply intoxicated once again by this scene...
Simultaneously, he took out his phone and captured this incredibly moving moment.
