He and she were the same, always atoning for the mistakes they once made.
These five years, he had accompanied her. When she was about to collapse, unable to hold on any longer, he extended his hand again and again to lift her up. She couldn't criticize him recklessly with her past.
It was already in the past. She was willing to reconcile with Rufus of the past, the young man who was twisted and cynical because of the instigation of his mother. She was willing to forgive him.
She didn't want to blame the present-day Rufus for her past.
"Yes," he responded softly, "when you give birth to the child, we'll return to Tung City. If I live in your house...will your father be unhappy?"
"You're my friend; he won't be unwelcoming to you." She squinted her eyes and smiled, like a cat, "Your face is still very likable to the elders."
At first glance, he was a sunny youth, easily winning the favor of the older generation.
