When Feng Suyin returned home, the lights had already dimmed. She figured her husband had already eaten dinner and retired for the night. She didn't want to disturb Ji Yuzhe's rest and went straight to her room. But as she entered, she couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest. The silence of the house pressed against her ears.
She received several messages from Feng Yilan and Ji Hanjun asking her whereabouts. Feng Yilan had been visiting her old apartment hoping to have a talk with her. She had expected this sudden flurry of attempts to speak to her. She already knew their motives. They wanted something. They always did.
Feng Suyin sat on the edge of her bed and began to reply. She told them she'd been busy catching up with work and would meet them soon. As much as she wanted to avoid them, delaying and making excuses would only put her at a disadvantage. Her fingers moved across the screen. Careful. Neutral.
