Chapter 60
He waited downstairs. The moon was like a piece of brilliantly shining jade, suspended over the skyscrapers.
They say that a woman’s heart is fickle, and difficult to understand. He finally came to understand that after having loved her for these past several years.
He rested his hand on the car door and fidgeted while lighting a cigarette. After quite a while, he finally heard the sharp, clear sound of footsteps. It was her, walking down gracefully.
In the deep night, she was so beautiful, like a sprite who had not returned home. He smiled when he saw her, and all his vexation retreated to the back of his mind.
What is love, really? These days, who could explain it clearly?
In any case, she had already become the centre of his thoughts these many years, and the habit of loving her was deeply etched into his bones. If he was unsuccessful, his feelings would really be in the pits.
“It’s so late, why are you here?” she chided him.
This is exactly what he both loves and hates. Her attitude towards him is forever stuck between treating him as a lover and treating him as a friend.
He held her hand and said, “Stay with me.”