Next, Emika pulled her tongue out. Followed several cross-eyed grimaces until Shufeng first broke down laughing. Emika always won. She yelped of joy and looked at him through cheerfully sparkling eyes, saying: "Even though you seem uninterested about the reason that I am so gleeful, let me tell you anyway."
Oh, what a cruel woman you are! Shufeng lamented in his heart. How could this marriage happen? His mind wandered just a moment: They spent the late spring months going down to the Chunyan River where they enjoyed fishing and playing card games under the shade of their cherry tree. He still recalled the fragrance of the blossoms sprinkling pink flakes upon her dress. Had the wind blown petals of lovelessness instead?
