Jingyuan had dinner out with friends and got home after eight in the evening. He greeted his mother and went to his room. When he turned on the light he jumped. Mai Mang sat on his bed, knees drawn up, expressionless and silent, with a newspaper spread before her. Jingyuan had not looked closely, but he already knew it was yesterday's evening paper. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed facing Mai Mang. The girl was silent for a long time. At last a choked question came from her throat—one ...