Xia Xiwan turned and fled up the stairs into the bedroom. … In the bedroom. Seated on the edge of her bed, Xia Xiwan couldn’t shake the image from her mind: Lu Hanting and Hua Rong walking across the lawn. She had no idea what they were discussing, but the sight of their lowered eyes and soft smiles… A gentle breeze had swept by, causing the hem of Hua Rong’s dress to swirl around his black trouse