Listening to the sound of familiar snores beside her, Chiang Qing carefully lifted his hand off her waist, got out of bed, and stood by the window.
Her room, with its wide view, had a few French sycamore trees planted not far away. It was deep into the night, and in this hot summer, insects hidden in the grass sang out, with a few tiny green lights fluttering by.
She hugged her arms, feeling so cold despite the hot summer.
Suddenly, a loud snore came from behind her. She turned to see the old man smacking his lips, rolling over, and falling back asleep.
The look of disgust in Chiang Qing's eyes deepened. She clenched her fists tightly, looked out the window again, and let out a sigh.
Endure, just endure for now.
She had thought, just like her parents, that she would be implicated because of their downfall, would be arrested for interrogation and sentenced. But no, she was free. Even walking on the street, no one would arrest her.
