Guhua was still wearing our wedding gown, slightly damp from the water. The bright red gown accentuated her snow-white skin, captivating all who saw her. Seeing me, she seemed surprised and stood up to ask what I was doing here. "What, is this not my home?" Guhua replied indifferently. I couldn't refute that. After the wedding, home was home; she could come anytime. Our relationship was still strained, even more so than when we broke up. "Who taught you your meditation technique?" Guhua asked after a moment of silence. "None of your business." Guhua noticed the step hanging from my waist and yanked it off. I had never seen her display such skill before; her instincts were lightning fast. By the time I realized her intention, the step was already in her hand. "Snow? This step was g
