The girl was very pretty, with beautifully arched eyebrows. She had tied her brown curly hair up with a black piece of cloth. Her dress was long and white, with grass patterns on the waist and sleeves. She was looking up at the man beside her, smiling, her light golden eyes full of love.
Lulu looked around 30, and was a head taller than her, his face square and kind, his hair brownish black and short. He was wearing a brown bear-skin shirt, and looked as strong as a bear. He carried a beautiful bamboo basket on his back; it was quite full, but it was difficult to tell what was inside it.
His eyes were the same color as hers. He looked fondly at her as he brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. "It may be a safe city, Xixi, but I don't think it's safe for us—they will probably follow us here. We should never let our guard down."
Xixi looked depressed. "Why won't they leave us alone?"
