Wang Lian turned and lowered the bright light of the lamp. He didn't wanted to wake her up at that moment when she was sleeping soundly. She was a few feet away from him, in a deep comfortable sleep.
Her one hand was under the pillow while the other was under the blanket.
Wang Lian noticed Li Yuyan's nails covered in a red nail paint. He smiled slightly as he thought that she got ready for someone else. He closed his eye's for a moment.
''For someone else?''
The last evening once again passed like a movie in front of his eyes in a thousandth of a second.
He saw her face after nine years in Grandma Xing's garden and the nine years disappeared somewhere.
He leaned forward a little, he removed her hand from her face, carefully. Under the dim light of the bedside, an inch away, he leaned on her and watched her with dazing eye's.