Grief turns into anger as I consider his reactions to a few kiss bites at his back. When I took a trip to SiSi van and his face when he clocked my bruised arm after my run.
Before I have a chance to declare my intentions of tracking Feng Teng down and demanding some answers, he comes barging back into the toilets in a blind panic. And I notice his eyes have cleared of the glaze as they land on me, his chest damps, his hair dark with sweat. I can feel SiSi eyes passing between us as she assesses the situation.
