He eyed her. "Still mad at me?"
"Always mad at you." Shen Jing knew just how to list his faults. "My Chenchen is gone, and you were 4 minutes late."
"It couldn't be kept alive."
Zhou Luchen was selective, only answering the question about the fish.
Shen Jing's gaze lowered, looking at their interlocked fingers.
Zhou Luchen's palm was large and broad, his fingers long and well-defined. They enveloped hers, warm and fervent. Against his skin, her fair hands looked as small and delicate as a little girl's.
His finger bones, exuding a potent strength, were mesmerizing to behold.
Shen Jing's thumb unconsciously pressed and rubbed the web of his thumb; the calluses on his palm were thick and hard.
"Then, have you thought about me?"
He leisurely countered, "And you?"
She had. Seeing Nathan Road would always remind her of Zhou Luchen.
The first time she passed Nathan Road in HK, she and Zhou Luchen were kissing deeply in the back seat of a Bentley.
