– Past –
Jiang Xiaoning leaned back on the sofa, straddled by Han Jia. He could only feel his heart quickening as if it was thrashing against his chest, and all the while, his breathing had gradually become shallow and rapid.
– Present –
At three o’clock in the morning, Jiang Xiaoning parked his car around the corner of the street, walked a few steps and pushed the door into a 24-hour convenience store.
– Past –
Since the day Jiang Xiaoning lost control of his emotions by his words and rushed out through the door, Han Jia had not heard from him for one consecutive week.
– Present –
Zhang Xueming walked through the door first, and after he switched on the light Han Jia only took a step into the living room and stopped at the door, a bit baffled.
– Past –
Before answering, Han Jia was quiet for a second or two.
– Past –
When he first entered Jin Ting, Han Jia was often asked about the words on his back. The person who asked was different, and his explanation was different. There was a time when this word even became his selling point.
– Present –
When Han Jia saw Zhang Xueming, his first thought was that he came to find Xiao Li.
– Past –
“What are you talking about?” Du Zhen asked in complete amazement. For him amiability begot riches[1], yet now his slightly plump face was sweating, and his eyes were open wide.
– Present –
Jiang Xiaoning couldn’t open the door to Xin Muran’s office and kicked it open, but when he entered, he found no one was there.
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