Jane Costa Liu | Gang

He looked up.

They had three months. They both knew it. Gang’s life was in Shanghai—his aging parents, his research, his students. Jane’s life was here—the gallery, her mother nearby, the city she had rebuilt herself inside. Neither pretended it would be easy. But they also didn’t pretend it wasn’t real. jane costa liu gang

“You see the silence inside the noise,” he said, without turning around. He had a deep, soft voice, English precise but accented. He looked up

For our next chapter. I’ll see you in March. her mother nearby

Jane stepped closer. “That’s exactly what she intended.”

She kissed him then, tasting salt and hope.