Yin Xia Mo could barely remain standing, her head throbbing with splitting waves of pain, when suddenly, a startling tremor shot up her spine, as if a phantom presence, as if the faintest sound... She spun around sharply! At the terrace entrance stood Yin Cheng, his pale, weakened form as fragile as tissue paper. He stared blankly at the weeping, frantic Jean, then stared blankly at her, his eyes dark, bottomless sockets contrasting with his bloodless face—like a child suddenly struck dumb with bewilderment.

“Sister… is this how it is…” “Is it because Brother Ou Chen could get the kidney for me… that you married him…” And far behind Yin Cheng… Ou Chen’s silhouette seemed to stand there… silent. Ou Chen looked at her, as if he had been waiting for her for ages and ages, as if he could wait indefinitely, yet he didn't know if her resentment colored his long wait, didn't know if, to her, his vigil was simply another form of purgatory.

Summer of Bubbles III