It was another typical night for Xiao Yunhua as she blissfully remained unaware of what was brewing in the hospital. She lied on her bed, alone in the penthouse of Zhou Ming. As always, he wasn't there because the busy man was out doing something... not that she minded.
It was awkward enough to be in a fake relationship, but for her to see him all the time while they were away from public eye, that was a road she wasn't ready to cross. Now that didn't mean that he wasn't there occasionally, but they never really interacted.
She was bored. She sighed aloud and grabbed a random book from the bookshelf. Skimming the book, she couldn't help but feel butterflies in her stomach as the memory of the scene in his car played in her mind.
They had been so close...
