Huang Tianli’s eyes widened, bewildered by the direct admission that seemed to contradict her previous evasiveness.
Ou Xueman found it amusing and saw three words in Huang Tianli’s eyes: “fox spirit.” She chuckled lightly, “I am the fox spirit in your eyes.”
Huang Tianli was stunned; her disgust was apparent, yet Xueman accepted it calmly.
“It seems I really have the potential to be a fox spirit,” Ou Xueman joked. “Maybe I could use this appearance to seduce a man and find support.”
Just as Huang Tianli was about to respond, a phone call rang out. Ou Wen’s anxious face appeared on the screen, “Xueman, it’s me.”
Ou Xueman pressed the door open key, glancing back at Huang Tianli, who looked like a volcano about to erupt, her face turning completely red.
But Ou Xueman didn’t care, “The person picking you up is here; clean yourself up and go. Finally, I can have some peace. Remember to close the door for me.” She then walked directly back to the bedroom.
Gently closing the bedroom door, she created a quiet space for herself. Her sleepiness had long dissipated. She turned off the soft bedside lamp and pulled back the curtains, letting morning’s bright rays spill into the room. Opening the floor-to-ceiling window, a cool morning breeze brushed her face.
On the balcony, her gaze wandered through the forest of high-rises, watching the half-obscured rising sun casting thousands of soft rays. Perhaps, the loneliness of her drifting years had brought too much coldness, and only sunlight had given her warmth.
A crisp doorbell rang, signaling Ou Wen’s arrival, but she didn’t want to see him. From Huang Tianli’s few words, she knew the man’s situation was not good. She wasn’t mentally prepared to accept the sudden appearance of a father and feared that gaining something would also bring the pain of separation.
Sighing softly, she felt weak, lacking the courage to face him. She had hidden in the bedroom, not daring to meet Ou Wen. A knock interrupted her thoughts. She turned towards the door, not responding, knowing who was knocking.
“Xueman.”
“Ou Wen’s soft call came from outside the door.
Ou Xueman slapped her forehead, muttering, “I knew it was him.”
