The car arrived in Beicheng hotel. Si Junyan got out and Yan Shu followed him into the hotel.
In the dimly lit room 222, Si Junyan sat on the sofa cross-legged and his arms resting over the armrest, his eyes gazed over the girl standing by the french-door window with her back facing him.
"Don't you have something to say?" Yan Shu turned around to face and their eyes met. She pursed her lips, her face slightly red from the encounter moments back. Yet she calmed down herself for the truth she might be facing if Si Junyan was genuine.
Si Junyan lifted his eyes to look at her, stopping at her lips that were unusually reddish today. His fingers landed on his lips which still had the lingering taste of Yan Shu's raspberry lip balm taste.
"You sure you want to hear?" His eyes narrowed slightly warning her.
"I am certain of it." Her voice full of determination, she sat on the bed facing him.
