Lu Jinwen closed the bathroom door, asking her to wash herself clean.
As he stood on the balcony holding a cigarette between two fingers, he continued puffing on it, smoking three cigarettes without any break.
He stubbed the third cigarette out on the ashtray and turned around, looking at the bathroom door with bloodshot eyes. He felt as though an eternity had passed, but she still wasn't done showering.
He walked over, placing his hand on the doorknob and planning to open the door.
But he couldn't open it, she had locked it from the inside.
She locked the door.
His heart sank. The flaming rage in his heart had dissipated as some sixth sense told him that something bad had happened. He had an ominous feeling.
—-Lu Jinwen, if there's another lifetime, I would pray hard to the buddha to never meet you again.
—-Jun Mosheng, we aren't fated in this lifetime but I'll betroth myself to you in my next lifetime.
