Editor Zhang came back to himself.
He shot the man an exasperated look. "You're sure you're all right?"
"Then I'm leaving."
"This is the third time I've said that."
Editor Zhang muttered under his breath.
The last two times he'd tried to leave, something had held him up.
He was starting to get a complex about it.
"Sorry for the trouble, Editor Zhang."
The man smiled sheepishly.
He'd heard Editor Zhang's complaint and understood what he meant.
He'd caused Editor Zhang trouble.
"Goodbye, Editor Zhang."
The man said it outright.
He'd already taken up too much of Editor Zhang's time.
He felt terrible about it.
"Mm. Goodbye."
Editor Zhang waved, then couldn't help adding, "Stop thinking about A Yu all the time."
He didn't wait for the man to answer.
Without looking back, he left the hospital room.
The man was left with a bitter smile, his mouth hanging open as if he'd wanted to say something.
Stop thinking about A Yu...
He couldn't control it.
He couldn't forget the taste of blood from that day.
Or that green light.
He didn't blame Editor Zhang.
No one could have expected the jade pendant to unleash such power.
Editor Zhang had only gone home to get it out of kindness.
He was grateful.
He just wanted to make sure A Yu was all right.
Then, maybe, he'd never forget A Yu for the rest of his life.
But he wouldn't keep dwelling on what had happened to her.
Still, if A Yu really was, as Editor Zhang had said... dead, how could he be sure?
The man turned his head toward the winding trails of water on the windowpane and drifted into a daze.
Maybe that had been the last time he'd ever see A Yu.
But it hadn't