Yang Shuting raised her head in panic and looked everywhere for the camera, but she couldn't find it, and said aloud, "You must keep your word, you must let me out when I've finished cleaning up."

"Of course!" Again came the voice of Ling Weihao, mixed with laughter.

He looked at the rumpled bed with the marks of her entanglement. The musty smell that belonged to them had still not dissipated. Yang Shuting was inconsolable, the floor was full of fabric and the suit he had cut up with scissors.

Then she put it all in a black garbage bag and mopped the floor with a wet rag, over and...