Min'er's eyes were brimming with red, tears spilling over, but her gaze remained glued to Zheng Yufei, the two of them gazes filled with emotion. It was just me, the tool, working hard.
Afterward, Min'er trembled all over as she leaned on the sofa, still maintaining a kneeling posture, her beautiful garden trembling, clearly having just experienced a strong quake.
I sat down beside her, satisfied, and lit a cigarette. Through the swirling smoke, I watched Zheng Yufei, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn't comprehend.
After a long while, it seemed Min'er finally regained her strength, wanly leaning into Zheng Yufei's embrace, "Xiao Fei, I'm so tired."
Zheng Yufei gently stroked Min'er's hair, the adoration in her eyes nearly overflowing, "If you're tired, rest up. Should I hold you and take you back to rest?"
