THE FLOWER BLOOMED
Han Sheng Ming hugged her for a good while and then looked at her up and down before commenting, "Ah Luo, tell you big brother the truth. Did Xiao Yuan starve you to death? Why do you look so skinny?"
Han Luo grinned at his complaint. "I'm always skinny and you know that. How are you doing?"
Han Sheng Ming complained, "How do you think I was? I missed you on Christmas Eve!"
Han Luo smiled broadly at him. "You had to spend some time with your family, hadn't you? How are they doing?"
"Only you think of them when they don't," he mumbled in annoyance.
Han Luo burst into laughter. If only her aunt heard her beloved son say this – she would've died in heartache.
"Xiao Ming, how long will you keep her standing in the cold? Let her in," Tang Yujin spoke from inside the house.
"Yes, yes, little Luo Luo, come inside." Han Sheng Ming literally dragged her inside.