Then, Xin Huohuo walked away with determination. But once she was in her car, she couldn't resist sneaking a look back.
She saw Bei Mingyuan still standing at the front entrance of Xuanyuan Gulun. He had taken off his T-shirt and was looking at the grid, the little bird pattern she had drawn on his back, and the initial ten points on the scoreboard.
The sun was finally rising on the new day, bright but listless, offering no warmth. The elegant, poetic, ancient Chinese architecture, with its black roof tiles and white walls, stood in contrast to the forest of modern high-rises in the distance. And in turn, it served as a backdrop for the solitary figure of Bei Mingyuan. The scene seemed incongruous, yet it was oddly pleasing to the eye.
His eyes swept quickly over the grid and numbers, landing on Xin Huohuo's signature in the bottom corner. She hadn't signed her name properly. Instead, she had drawn an angry cartoon face to express her intense displeasure.
