Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
When the car drove away, Mr. Gu hadn’t left. The housekeeper was a little surprised. She couldn’t help being shocked for a second before she could say anything. “Mr. Gu?”
Gu Yusheng had been stuck in his own world. He sat there without moving, thinking with a cigarette in between his fingers.
Just as the housekeeper thought Gu Yusheng wouldn’t respond, he turned around to look at her. He didn’t say anything, but put the cigarette into his mouth first. He took a deep puff and stared at the staircases behind the housekeeper through the smoke. He didn’t say anything until he had stared for quite a while. “How is she doing?”
“Miss took the painkillers and fell asleep,” the housekeeper said. She knew who Gu Yusheng was referring to so she just answered his question.
Gu Yusheng said okay to her and went back to stare at the staircase without continuing their conversation.
There wasn’t much facial expression on Gu Yusheng. Sometimes, smoke would flow past his face, which made him look even more handsome, with his godly, beautiful face.
As the cigarette was smoked to the filter, Gu Yusheng bent his body a bit to put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the window sill before he walked to the housekeeper.
For a second, the housekeeper thought he would go upstairs. However, he stopped at the area between the foyer and the staircase.
He stood there for a while and left a message for the housekeeper: “Take care of her.” He started to walk to the foyer and changed out of his slippers into his shoes. Without any hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked out of the house.
A minute later, the running engine could be heard from the garage. It became louder first, then gradually disappeared.
On the second day of her period, Qin Zhi’ai took a day off to stay at home.
On the third day, Qin Zhi’ai didn’t feel any pain anymore.
That day was cool because of the rain from the previous night. In the morning, Qin Zhi’ai picked a handful of flowers with buds in the garden and put them in all the vases in the home.
After lunch, she took half an hour of rest. After she woke up from the nap, she remembered that she hadn’t checked her own phone for a while, since she had been using Liang Doukou’s phone. She reached into a pocket in the purse and took out a little, worn cell phone. She turned it on and waited for it to start. There was a long ringing of incoming text messages that lasted about five minutes. Qin Zhi’ai found out there had been a call from her mom and few text messages from her little brother. All the rest of the messages were from a weather forecast service. The latest message was from a package delivery company, reminding her to pick up a package at the security office of A high school.
A high school was the school Gu Yusheng and Qin Zhi’ai had attended.
When she saw the message asking her to pick up a package from the security office at A high school, she knew it was a letter from that person.
No one would believe nowadays that anyone would still write letters, such an old fashioned way of communicating, since everybody used Wechat and QQ to get connected.