The winsome coquette replied: "That being here is the most delicious treat. Better than the sweet honeyed cakes from the Niitake's bakery, even better than the opera or shadow puppetry shows."
Shufeng watched her talk, her begonia red lips moving fast and he drank in every word, sweet as plum wine. His heart became merry with thoughts of true love: Is there still hope for me?
An impish smile made his mouth twitch. "But they are some of your favourite things. Is being here truly makes you this happy?"
Emika winked both eyes at him, a long-drawn-out squeezed wink paired with a scrunch up nose: her cute and usual way to say "yes." He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
