Qin Shu had stood at the precipice between life and death before. She could relate, to an extent, with some of the thoughts a person had while toeing the edge. Therefore, Jun Li's present morbidity was not unfamiliar to her.
"Cherish the present and see the beauty of things rather than dwell on the many 'ifs'."
Jun Li threw her a reassuring smile. "I understand. You don't have to worry."
Jun Li's voice carried a calming quality. A simple sentence was enough to put people listening at ease.
Qin Shu returned to her room. Before she could enter, Fu Tingyu opened the door, leaning against the frame with his raven-black hair still dripping. His fair, jade-like skin had turned red from his hot shower. A white bath towel covered the lower half of his body just below his mermaid line.
Fu Tingyu was undeniably an attractive man.
Qin Shu gulped, and the image of an adonis stepping out of the showers came to her mind unbidden.
