“I rarely read books. This library belongs to my father. This is the book my mother used to read before she died. I left it as it is. It was the last page she read.” Jonathan Kim is a little embarrassed. His eyes are sad.
"I'm sorry. Did you meet me? Maybe you want to give me a book to read.” Christina looked apologetic, stroking the yellowed page. That was the first time since meeting Jonathan Kim that he had told her about his parents, and she had politely not asked.
“What kind of men do you like? Mysterious or simple, strong or pure?" Jonathan Kim approached the door latch. Christina felt unsafe and hurriedly took a thick book in her hand, mentally prepared to be in a strictly defensive position.
"What do you ask for? I don't have to answer either." Christina grumbled. She found it c
