Golden Silk Jade

Finally, he successfully found his girlfriend who had faked her death. Sunlight couldn’t penetrate the thick black curtains as Lu Tingzhen tossed aside his lighter, and squinted his eyes to look at Zhang Zhiwei, who was sitting on the emerald green sofa like a jade piece submerged in a deep pool. She looked frail and slender as she asked, “What do you need me to do for you to let me go?” Lu Tingzhen remained silent. The scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, just like three years ago. Three years ago, Zhang Zhiwei was also seated on a cluster of emerald green, her hands clasped together, and a shimmer of light in her eyes. Back then, she asked with joy and shyness, “Can I stay by you...