“Don’t you love me?” Bing said softly, following Mei.
Love? Such a forbidden question was provocative. It evoked an iceberg in Mei. A chilling silence bred between them. Mei wanted to escape. She tried to turn off the light. But he was in the way. He made her sit at the bedside. He smartly drew a low stool from under the bed and sat in front of her. His legs surrounded hers. His hands held hers in a gentle caress. His face shone in the light, from which her eyes were shaded. His blood had by now dried. In fact, blood never mattered to him. All parts of his body were assembling a cohesive force. And, his one eye behind the tumid eyelid seemed to deceive her while the other was measuring her thoughts.