Li Yuan held the knife, stunned and bewildered on the spot.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and a beautiful woman just waking from a spring nap, still in her undergarments, leaned lazily against the wooden door frame, her eyes quietly watching the man with the knife.
The bewilderment on the man's face turned to desolation, and then he hastily put down the knife, the desolation changing into an awkward smile.
"Awake?"
Li Yuan said with a smile.
Xie Yu glanced around at the distant clothesline, the ribs on the table, and the tofu that had been slashed to pieces beside the stove.
Li Yuan rubbed his hands, smiling, "No need to change clothes. There aren't many people in the mountains, just wash up and come eat."
Xie Yu looked at his hands, hesitated to speak, then nodded with a smile.
She turned around, catching a glimpse of her man cleaning up the shattered tofu.
For some reason, Xie Yu always saw endless heartache in that gesture.
But she couldn't say it.
