She had never expected anything more than a shelter. What else then could she expect?
Whatever, Bing was a surprise, just like his first appearance. He had sheltered her beautifully till she married him.
When he was the shelter, she saw herself as a beauty and felt everything was beautiful. Just like that very fi rst morning, she was urged to get up early, as he had planned. The spring sun was splendid. The scents of a good many fl owers were pleasurable. Bing had parked his car somewhere outside Chaozhou Binjiang Gallery, which was opposite the Lighthouse of the Buddha. Out on the roadside, Mei at once noticed a solitary pavilion at the summit of the area. She couldn’t help asking, “What is that up there?”