And there was Dabao, still following Axiang. Without realizing it, Axiang moved a bit further away, for she was a married woman and shouldn't be in such close contact with other men, even though no one treated Dabao like an adult male.
Dabao, clueless about what Axiang was thinking, saw that she had moved away, and he stepped forward again, silently following her without a word.
"Dabao, why... why do you keep following me?" Axiang turned to ask.
"To walk you home," Dabao said.
"I don't need to be walked home. You should go back first, it's getting late now, shouldn't you be preparing dinner?" Axiang said.
"There's still... corn at my place," Dabao said.
"You're just eating corn? How can that be okay?" Axiang asked again.
"I... won't cook," Dabao replied succinctly.
"Is it because you don't know how to cook?" Axiang asked.
Dabao just smiled. It was the first time Axiang had spoken so much to him, and he found the way she spoke so beautiful and gentle.
