Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Rat-a-tat-tat.” Debbie was startled by a sudden knock at the door. It was already well past her usual sleeping time and she wondered who could it be at this ungodly hour. She had just unzipped her down jacket. She had no choice but to zip it up again.

“Who is it?” she called out.

“Young girl, it’s me.” It sounded like the voice of the village head’s wife.

Her guess was right. When Debbie opened the door, she saw the village head’s wife and her handsome son standing outside.

The woman smiled pleasantly on seeing Debbie and asked, “Young girl, did I wake you?”

Debbie shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. I hadn’t slept yet. Is everything okay?” she answered, confused as to why these two were paying her a visit at night.

her son. He immediately lifted up something from the ground and handed it

fan. My mother and I have brought it to you

far as she knew, there was not even a water heater in the village. How on

prove a burden to anyone, but the village head’s wife was having none of it and straightforwardly asked her son to carry the fan into Debbie’s room. Before Debbie knew how and what, the boy had already plugged the fan into a socket and the room was filled with the slight hum

I keep

cold at night without it,” Debbie protested, though she wasn’t entirely ungrateful. If she had guessed right, then this might have been the

from the big city. You can’t fall asleep at night without it. Please sleep tight. We

she held her son’s hand and they

warming fan on, the room was soon filled with a

edge of the bed in her thoughts, Debbie even forgot

‘Why does the village head’s wife

want me to stay and marry her son? Truth be told, her son is quite handsome. But…I’m married. I have Carlos. If that’s why this whole special-treatment-thing is going on, I’m afraid their wish can’t come true, and it’s got to