Qiao An was different from other humans. In her worldview, if two beings were mutually attracted, they would meet to procreate. After a moment of fleeting pleasure, they would go their separate ways. Procreation was paramount; it was the wellspring of life for her home planet.
'You've been trapped in this old house your whole life. You say you have a lingering obsession, and it's your freedom to waste your time waiting here, but is a choice like that fair to Luo Zhou?'
That was why, when it came to so-called love stories, she was more inclined to take an unconventional path and glimpse the hidden, darker side of things.
For instance, as she watched Luo Zhou's grandfather, who fancied himself a great romantic, recount the story of his past, her face was a mask of cold indifference...
In the silence, the frail old man struggled to sit up. He took a few sips of cold tea and leaned back against a pillow, gasping for breath until he finally managed to compose himself.
