Shao Lin's eyes fluttered open.
She flipped onto her side on the bed, the angry pink octopus coming into full view. The scowl on its face reminded her of the man that gave it to her.
She thought of him and how everything the day before went smoothly and how it ended in disaster.
'I would like it if you stayed away,' Long Yat-sen had said to her. At the reminder, bitterness crept up in her throat.
What was Long Yat-sen afraid of? Was he scared she'd discover the truth she hoped wasn't true, or was it something else?
He treated her so well that she had nearly forgotten what she had against him. It scared her how intense his presence was; how easily he could make her lose her judgement. How simple it was for her to not care about anything else whenever he was around.
