"That..." she pointed at the bowl.
He looked up at her, "Do you want more?"
"...No," she shook her head vigorously, "No more..." He didn't mind her, and she was still avoiding him...
After dinner, he also finished up, tidied everything away, "Let's go home."
Wasn't he on duty?
In the deep night of spring, he opened the car window slightly, the wind rushed in without a chill, the small neighborhood dimly lit, only the dim streetlights and blurred tree shadows visible. Occasionally, the scent of lilac flowers entered with the wind, filling each breath with sweetness.
His car slowly stopped at her doorstep, she was already tired and had fallen asleep against the car seat, breathing steadily and evenly.
"Liu Zheng?" he called softly.
She didn't wake up.
In truth, it wasn't that she couldn't be woken, it was just that he never called out loudly.
