In an era without mobile communication devices, it was really troublesome that information couldn't be relayed to others in a timely manner.
Now, the folks back home know that Suizi is safe, but Yu Jingting doesn't.
He must be searching for her right now. If only Suizi had a cell phone to reach him immediately.
The wait was long and nerve-wracking.
The room had everything except a radio and TV or newspapers. Suizi and Jiaojiao would simply stare at each other, or look out towards the sea. When they got bored, Suizi would recite classics to Jiaojiao.
As evening began to fall, and the full moon emerged over the sea, Suizi just finished telling the story of the "Moon and Sixpence".
Jiaojiao was left confused.
"I don't get it. To pursue art, one must abandon his wife and children? What kind of logic is that? This rotten capitalism...."
Jiaojiao had apparently picked up the use of 'rotten capitalism' from Suizi, who often joked about it.
Suizi shrugged.
