She broke into a jog.
Shen Jing didn't look back, even though she didn't recognize the path.
She understood that Zhou Luchen had merely chanced upon her and lent a hand out of convenience. He was always quite generous with the women who had been with him.
She didn't feign aloofness. If Zhou Luchen was willing to offer a hand, she would take it to steady herself.
If he had pretended not to see her, then her past affection for him would have been for nothing.
Meeting again, they still couldn't manage a proper conversation.
Embracing each other with falsehood, no love, yet unable to control their desires.
Zhou Luchen drove behind her. She couldn't outrun his car.
She simply stopped running.
The rich young master, however, seemed to have all the time in the world, slowing his car to match her pace.
As Shen Jing walked, she glanced at the man in the car. The blueish interior lights cast ripples across the contours of his profile, making him look profound and passionate.
