Returning to her apartment, Yang Shuting did not turn on the light.

She groped her way to her bed, sat a while, her heart restless, her head full of random thoughts.

Then she got up, she went quietly to the window and looked down. In the dim light a car still parked there, the man was still standing there.

Back in bed, Yang Shuting flopped down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling. About ten minutes later, she vaguely heard the rumble of cars coming from outside, moving away and continuing on.

When she went back to the window, he was really driving away.

The next day Yang...