It was late in the night.
Jiang Chen leaned in front of the window with a wine glass in his hand. He stared blankly at the swaying tree branches out the window. The orange liquid swirled in his cup and reflected an unclear face as well as a murky moon.
"What are you looking at it?"
He didn't know how long Sun Jiao had been there behind him.
"I don't know… maybe it's our backyard." Jiang Chen didn't turn around but he just gazed at the buds that would never sprout on the tree branches.
In the backyard was a trail formed among the short woods; further back was a pool he used to store gold. Of course, the pool was covered by an egg-shaped dome, compliments of Lin Lin's work. He still remembered that he once enjoyed a sun-tanning session there simulated by high tech.
"Are you tired?"
Her rare caring side peeked through as Sun Jiao gently hugged Jiang Chen from behind and leaned her face on his broad shoulder.
