Song Ren held Su Feng's hand as they left the dining hall. Su Feng appeared to be dazed and speechless. Song Ren felt her throat tighten.
"Where in this house can we go and get some privacy?" she asked him, trying not to choke from the lump in her throat.
"Downstairs is where my old room is," he responded quietly. Song Ren nodded, grasping his hand with hers, and he told her where to go.
Behind the marvellous, grand staircase, there was a door. Song Ren opened the ordinary door and flicked the lights on. She walked him down the stairs. It was a massive space, but there were small windows and only simple furniture and shelves of books — his bed laid in the middle with a television screen on the wall.
Su Feng's room was typical for a bachelor pad, but it did not scream wealth in comparison to her brother's bedrooms during high school.
