After Jiang Chen explained his purpose, the villager readily returned the earrings to him.
Jiang Chen forcefully stuffed several hundred-yuan notes into the other's hand.
With a pair of earrings regained, Jiang Chen strolled unsteadily to the residence of the two female stars.
However, with a lesson learned from before, that window was already tightly shut.
Sunset gave way to moonrise.
Stars covered the heavens.
Wisp after wisp of cooking smoke drifted from the chimneys of every household.
Jiang Chen glanced at the closed window and knocked on the door.
"Creak."
The door opened.
"Mr. Jiang,"
"Is she here?"
Ning Hui nodded.
Jiang Chen entered the house and walked toward the bedroom on the east side.
He tentatively pushed the door, which wasn't latched and opened easily.
In the simple bedroom, the woman with flowing hair sat in front of a vanity mirror—just sitting there quietly, lost in thought, unaware of what she was thinking.
