"Hello, Shulin." Chen Cheng smiled at her, pulling her back into his embrace.
The river breeze swept by, lifting Wen Shulin's long hair and dispelling the last shadow in her heart.
In this moment, she felt unprecedented ease and freedom.
The Huangpu River flowed endlessly, carrying her past away into the distance.
And she also welcomed her own winter sunshine.
...
...
The next day, the day to return to Beijing.
Chen Cheng packed their luggage and sat on the sofa in the mansion, checking the time.
"Why isn't she back yet?" he wondered.
Early this morning, Wen Shulin mentioned she had two contracts to sign at the Shanghai CGG office and left early.
But it was almost noon now, with a 3 PM flight, yet Wen Shulin was nowhere to be seen.
Chen Cheng thought for a while and decided to make a call.
"Hm?"
"Are you done?" Chen Cheng asked.
Wen Shulin replied, "Almost. You can just come over and lock the door behind you."
