Living in seclusion in the mountains could cleanse the body and soul, yet it did nothing to quiet the longing for one's children.
Early in the morning, just as the sky started to brighten, Shen Mingzhu got up and prepared to take a walk down the mountain to find a phone for a call to her daughters.
No sooner had she closed the door to her room than she heard a noise behind her.
Turning around, she saw a young man she didn't recognize stepping out of Zhong Qing's room.
Shen Mingzhu felt like her head was about to explode, "Who are you!?"
Five minutes later, the young man left the mountain villa led by a security officer, leaving Shen Mingzhu and Zhong Qing standing in the corridor, staring at each other.
"Let's talk in my room."
Zhong Qing rubbed her arms, shivering slightly and invited Shen Mingzhu in.
The temperature on the mountain was significantly lower than at the foot, and dressed only in a silk robe, she inevitably felt a bit cold.
Shen Mingzhu didn't refuse.
