Fu Yinli smoked two cigarettes in the evening breeze beneath Su Lingzhi's apartment building before heading upstairs and ringing the doorbell.
Before long, a figure slipped into his arms when the door opened, the room inside was pitch black.
"Why didn't you turn on the light?"
Su Lingzhi paused, then emerged after a while, saying to him, "I was just getting ready to sleep."
Fu Yinli's gaze fell upon her outfit, "You haven't showered yet?"
Su Lingzhi averted her eyes for a moment, not wanting him to notice anything unusual, and led him inside, then turned on the light.
She picked up the shirt from the sofa and showed him her work from the morning, "I've finished embroidering it."
His gaze fell on her bruised wrist.
Fu Yinli asked, "What happened to your hand?"
She was wearing short sleeves, making it impossible to hide the bruise.
Su Lingzhi shook her head, "Maybe I accidentally bumped into something, it's nothing."
