Lu Xiaoyou looked out the window, sitting on the bay window of the second floor, observing the garden below blooming with camellias—scarlet, lavender, pink, and snow-white camellias were in full bloom.
And farther out stood rows of fir trees like a guard of honor.
The sky was like overturned ink, splattered across the entire firmament. Heavy clouds piled up, with not a star or moonlight in sight.
Under the shroud of the pitch-black sky, the entire Bailong County became even more desolate.
"He's not here, if I claim to be Long Xiliang's girlfriend, people will think I'm crazy."
Lu Xiaoyou's smile carried a hint of self-mockery.
She wondered if Long Xiliang had calculated that she might directly and unilaterally announce their relationship, knowing he would always acknowledge it as long as he hadn't left when she made the announcement.
And he found an excuse to head to Rhode Island early, leaving Lu Xiaoyou without the chance to declare them as lovers.
