Chapter 93: Crying in a BMW
Chen Lingshan leaned forward, as though passing through mural after mural. Her fair wrists spread beneath her white, cloudlike sleeves, and she wrapped her arms around Su Can. It felt unreal, but at that moment, so many things felt unreal.
Including the pain from her bite on his lips just now, including the fragrance of her body as she came toward him. That fresh scent seemed familiar, yet it also seemed lost in the depths of his memory, impossible to locate even if his cerebral cortex exhausted its computational peaks of trillions upon trillions of operations, searching one calculation at a time.
Of course, because of their angle, the crowd rising to its feet with a roar behind them could only see Chen Lingshan turn back at the end to embrace her family. But even that had already become the true climax of the evening's performance.
Many of those present might, years later, no longer remember whether they had ever climbed into the girls' dormitory to peek at them changing. They might forget the color and style of underwear revealed beneath some sexy female teacher's sweat-soaked blouse on a hot day, or even the face of their deskmate, or how their first fight over a soccer game had started and ended.
Yet they seemed unlikely to forget this moment: the girl who seemed to have stepped through time, her white gauze costume fluttering, her delicate arms entwining around him-a scene that could keep them awake all night.
Summer was already over, yet this scene was so heated and melodramatic.
Dusk descended on Lin Garden again, just as it had so many times before: the leaves of the camphor trees, the buds of the Huangjiao Trees, the tangled branches and roots of the ge trees,