The first light of dawn was just beginning to paint the Shanghai skyline when Sun Lixia suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide with realization. Beside her, Li Xiaojun stirred, immediately alert to his wife's change in demeanor.
"What are you planning, my love?" he asked, his voice still rough with sleep but tinged with curiosity.
Sun Lixia turned to him, a fierce gleam in her eyes. "Oh my dear, I have a way we can finish all this madness once and for all."
Li Xiaojun smiled, admiration evident in his gaze. "You know you are more beautiful when you're like this."
Sun Lixia chuckled, a warm, rich sound that filled the room. "Still a sweet tongue. I'm 49 years old, hubby."
"And yet the years have not taken away your beauty," Li Xiaojun replied, his voice soft with affection.
Sun Lixia laughed and leaned over to kiss Li Xiaojun on his forehead. "We can finish this later. For now, I have my father's death to avenge."
