They stood by the table, hand in hand.
For no reason, the atmosphere quieted down.
"Qing Jun."
Zhao Rong called out.
She tilted her ear, not speaking, as if waiting for him to talk.
"Qing Jun."
He called out again.
"Hmm?" This time, she lowered her head and gave a slight response.
"Nothing." Zhao Rong said with a bright smile, "I just wanted to call your name."
His words, Qian'er found a bit obnoxious to hear, but Lingfei wasn't angry; she just looked up at her husband, then lowered her head again, turning her face to him, staring at the tabletop below.
Zhao Rong watched his wife with a slightly silly smile.
He didn't know what was happening to him, but who cares, after experiencing so much tonight, or rather, today, a few more inexplicable strange things wouldn't be surprising.
