The undercurrent of tension in the coffee shop finally came to an end when Zhou Rui had to leave early, claiming he'd received an important phone call.
Su Tang walked back to the family compound, her expression serene as the evening breeze brushed against her face.
But inside, she felt anything but calm.
Zhou Rui was more difficult to handle than she had anticipated. Although she had parried his probing questions, he certainly wouldn't give up so easily.
He was like a tightening net, and Su Tang could feel its invisible threads silently drawing closer.
That night, after coaxing the tuckered-out Cheng'an to sleep, Su Tang sat at her desk and turned on the dim, yellow-litted lamp.
Spreading out a sheet of stationery, she picked up her pen and began writing a letter to Lu Xiao, who was far away in Beijing.
Xiao,
I hope this letter finds you well.
