Night had fallen upon Los Angeles. In the elegantly arranged room, the white Labrador Danny lay on the carpet, licking its paws. Jessica sat on the edge of the bed, her brows knit together as she read the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times in her hands. Her eyes were fixed on the section about Wang Yang's personal life.
"At first, she was my angel, I thanked God. I said to God, 'God, you are so good! Thank you for bringing her into my life.' Every time I saw her, I felt it was the most wonderful thing in the world. But then, we suddenly started to act as if we hated each other, arguing every time we met, about where to go, what to eat. I liked cinemas, but she liked amusement parks…"
