"Do you think we have any regrets left in this life, Xiaomei?" I asked.
"No kids. Does that count?" she answered, leaning against my shoulder and fanning her palm-leaf fan.
The gentle breeze brushed past my body. Cooling.
I smiled bitterly. "Counts. Let's just try harder in the next life."
"Why would I still be with you if there's a next life?" She stopped fanning herself and gave me a cold smile.
"Why? Are you suffering right now?" I asked faintly.
"No, not at all. If there's a next life, I'd still stick with you," Xiaomei choked.
"Don't cry. Kids or no kids, we're fine." I caressed her hair.
We were of the same age, 52.
We might never have any children in this life since Xiaomei was infertile.
We were childhood sweethearts.
At five years old, I was the king among a bunch of other kids.
And Xiaomei followed her granny around, sitting on a rattan chair at a corner of the street to cool off.
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