After placing Anna's luggage in her room which was on the floor above him, he immediately went out. He wanted to rest.
"Hon... " Anna called out, making him look back.
"Looking forward to sleep by your side tonight." Her smile reminded him his promise.
He didn't say a word. He just look into her eyes and asked himself why she wasn't giving up. Why would she allow herself to be emotionally battered? She's beautiful and surely wouldn't run out of suitors.
"Alright. "
He suddenly felt nervous.He wasn't sure if he was emotionally ready. His mind said yes but his heart cried 'no'. But he must force himself. He, then, realized that the greatest battle a man would face is, indeed, a battle against himself.
When he went inside his room, the portrait of Jia met his eyes. It may only be an abstract painting, but in his mind, vivid memories were safely kept.
