After Richard Shaw returned to the Military District, he remained somewhat unsettled. For some reason, the late September weather carried a chilling coldness that penetrated the heart.
What lingered in the man's mind was her cold little face, telling him to get out.
In all his life, she was the only one who dared to throw a tantrum and tell him to leave.
Richard Shaw glanced at the time, waiting somewhat numbly for nightfall so he could rightly go and watch over her. This time, even if she told him to leave, he wouldn't. Ever since Chinese New Year's Eve, they hardly spent any time together, and when they did meet, it was almost always a cold war or an argument.
