When Fan Jia was no longer afraid, her voice was clear and pleasing, and her expression was sincere and brave. Chen Zhaoci looked at the woman in the dim air-raid shelter; she was grubby yet incredibly clean, and he felt a pulling ache in his heart.
On the other hand for Fan Jia, the man sitting by the entrance was becoming more and more calm. Despite his disturbing behavior, at that moment her side profile showed nothing more than an ordinary man casually chatting with her.
And thus, they went on -- you ask, I answer, sentence by sentence. At that time, it all seemed normal, but it sketched out a lonely and reclusive life story.
