When Lin Gantang's eyes met hers, it felt like she could get lost in them. It was a magnetism that drew her to him.
It was like a whirlpool, pulling her into his orbit.
Mr. Lin shook his head, noting the young couple's hands entwined.
A little piglet had found its way into his cabbage garden and refused to leave after tasting the fruits of his labor.
If she did not want to return home, then so be it. If he went against her wishes, she would whine, steal his cigarettes and hide his alcohol.
"Dad, I smell cigarette smoke on you again," Lin Gantang suddenly said.
"I haven't been smoking." Mr. Lin was quick to deny culpability.
"Hmm... but I still smell it."
"You're not a dog."
"Are you still not going to admit it? You can't hide the ash stains on your sleeves!"
"Impossible. I took off my outer shirt before visiting!"
Lin Gantang eyed him, unimpressed.
Mr. Lin was speechless.
