Suyin

Time moved fast starting that night. Christina had pulled out of Qing Zihao's room and was given her own bed and space. She slept peacefully for the first time in weeks. In fact, she had not woken up until it was time for dinner the next day.

"Are you okay?" Qing Zihao asked when he came to wake her up.

"I just feel so tired." True enough, it was like all her muscles were aching. She even thought that she had a temperature. She nuzzled against the blanket that she had been hugging all night—or all day. "This is the most comfortable bed I ever slept in."

"Don't you have a fancy house on the hill?" he asked and sat down the bed.

She laughed. "I just bought a house but I don't mean to stay there. This job… it requires you all the time to run for your life. I never even saw myself settling anywhere."

"When you retire, what did you plan for your life?"