For some reason, Shi Yu’s thoughts drifted back to her childhood. She’d always been terrified of thunder. Once, when Father Jiang was away, a violent thunderstorm had broken out in the dead of night, and she had huddled at the foot of her bed, sobbing in fear. Jiang Yichen had suddenly pushed her door open, his voice icy as he said, “You’re sleeping in my room tonight.” And that was why. That was