Wang Xia held Chenggang's hand, her face awash in tears of emotion.
"Alright, enough talking, let's eat. You should eat more; you look so haggard right now," Chenggang put another helping of food onto Wang Xia's plate.
Wang Xia was dwelling on the question Chenggang asked earlier, making the food in her mouth lose its flavor.
After dinner, night had fully descended. Chenggang, visiting Imperial City for the first time, felt uneasy in the midst of its dazzling nightscape.
Wang Xia walked with him down the streets of Imperial City; in early October, the temperature difference between day and night was significant. Wang Xia's chiffon shirt could no longer fend off the chill of early autumn; when the wind blew, she instinctively hugged herself.
Chenggang hurriedly fetched a jacket from his backpack and draped it over her.
"Xia, where do you live? I'll take you home."
Wang Xia adjusted the clothes on her, lowered her head, and asked, "What about you? Where are you staying tonight?"
