However, he always had the knack of calming her restless mind with just a few words, dispelling her irritability.
She listened to his words, falling silent...
Suddenly feeling very sad, she leaned into his arms, behaving exceptionally docile.
He guessed that she must have had some strange thoughts in her head again, and he couldn't rest easy letting her brood by herself. He painstakingly persuaded her to share what was on her mind.
In fact, she didn't really have anything troubling her; it's just that women in love can become inexplicably emotional, sometimes melancholic, sometimes joyful, sighing deeply at a cloud or a lamp.
After thinking for a while, she came up with a sentimental question. Her fingers kept picking at his sweater, a coarse knit from which a small hole could easily be dug out, "Xiao Xu, if... if today I really... got bullied... what would you do?"
"What if? What are you thinking?" He poked her forehead forcefully.
