Jiang Muwan cursed Gu Jiangnian, cursing him and everything else along with him.
The cursing made Gu Jiangnian's hands itch with the desire to respond.
"Fine! Keep it up, and when the holidays come around, we'll slaughter a pig for meat," he retorted.
"Oh, nice! And on June 6th, we can even have dog meat," she shot back playfully.
"Are you deliberately trying to anger me?" he challenged.
"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" she countered.
Their back-and-forth banter was lively; the somber atmosphere that had hung over their home that evening dissipated. Jiang Muwan stood in the dining room, her back against the dining table, pulling on Gu Jiangnian's collar with an aggressive posture that belied her small frame. Gu Jiangnian? He was hugging Jiang Muwan while looking down at her, the amusement in his eyes impossible to hide.
Gu Jiangnian was hardly able to contain himself.
