Three months had passed since the incident.
Xiao Yunhua had fortunately passed these three months peacefully and without the intrusion of anyone. Zhou Feng hadn't bothered her anymore, and she figured that it had to do with finally seeing the contents of the flash drive... and his guilt.
She lived in the small house and worked part time in a boutique with an old fashion designer who was very kind to her. She was a Parisian-Chinese woman who had decided to move back here to start a fresh business. Her name was Madam Xu, or the name that she preferred to be called, and Xiao Yunhua enjoyed her company. The boutique was a small shop consisting of clothes that Madam Xu personally sewed each piece that they sold. When Xiao Yunhua applied to work there, she contemplated on which name to use that identified her.
