Liang Weining hadn't slept well, falling asleep purely out of utter exhaustion, her consciousness always hovering between dream and wakefulness, even faintly aware of when the man left and when he went downstairs.
Around eight o'clock, she got up to wash up, enduring the discomfort in her lower back.
Ignoring the birthday gift on the bedside, she went to the walk-in closet, took off her nightgown, picked out a long dress to put on, and then left the room.
She didn't look in the full-length mirror from beginning to end.
In the early hours, the man had applied medicine to her; it was cool and gentle, strangely unfamiliar.
It made her feel like, after half a year of dating, she had never really understood him.
Gentlemanliness is nurtured.
Yet dominance is etched into one's bones.
In this relationship, the role he played was Mr. Chen first, and Chen Jingyuan second.
And Liang Weining was forever just Liang Weining.
