The large room was very quiet. The windows on the balcony were open, and the evening wind blew up the light golden curtains. The little woman on the bed was still struggling.
"Oh, Yin Zhihan, come back quickly, or else... or else I will really cheat on you..."
"Yin Zhihan, how can you die? I... will never believe it... You didn't look like you were dead at all. You didn't even say goodbye to me, and you didn't die in my arms. Isn't this... a set-up?"
"Yin Zhihan, where are you now? Why... didn't you come back? You saw it yourself. There are many men who like me. If you don't come back, I won't... care about you anymore..."
"Yin Zhihan..." Lu Ning had had enough. She turned sideways and curled herself into a small ball. She hugged herself with her slender arms and pressed her palm-sized face into the pillow. She whispered the man's name in a low voice, and crystal tears flowed out from the corners of her eyes. "I miss you so much. Can you come back? Please..."
