While her sister was under public scrutiny for the affair with Ji Hanjun, Feng Suyin had been on edge since the night of the dinner celebration. Not because of the scandal.
Because she had kissed Ji Yuzhe, and the morning after, she couldn't figure out how to be in the same room as him. She had gotten up before he woke, dressed quietly in the dark, and slipped out for work before he could say a word.
She had been doing that every day since.
She berated herself for it. Replaying the moment in her mind on the way to the hospital, in the elevator, waiting for surgery prep — the soft press of his mouth against hers, the careful way his hands had held her face. It had lasted only a moment.
It shouldn't still be sitting in her chest like this. Her heart did something inconvenient every time she thought about it, and thinking about it was apparently unavoidable.
