Xu Su sat numbly on the sofa until midnight before slowly heading upstairs. As she passed the study, she saw light spilling from the crack of the slightly ajar door.
'He hasn't gone back to the room to sleep…'
A wave of relief washed over Xu Su. She quickly returned to her room and locked the door from the inside.
After the argument they just had, she didn't know how to face him…
No one had ever taught her how to face a man who had pointed a gun at her.
The next morning, she got up and went downstairs to see Zhou Mochen sitting on the sofa with his back to the staircase, on the phone.
Xu Su paused for a moment, then turned and walked toward the dining room. She had just sat down at the table when he walked in right after her.
Neither of them spoke to the other. This silence lasted until the meal was over. When Xu Su stood up, Zhou Mochen grabbed her wrist.
