Lu Beiyuan stood there, a crane amongst chickens.
At a glance, it was hard not to notice the tall and handsome man.
He also saw Su Nanxing at first glance and strode over to her with long steps.
"Tired?" he asked, taking her hand and wrapping his arm around her waist, "Hungry?"
"Hungry." Su Nanxing leaned against him.
People are a strange creature.
In difficult times, no matter how hard or exhausting, it seems one can keep going.
But once you have someone to rely on, it's as if you can allow yourself to be a little more vulnerable.
You have the right to feel aggrieved and to be petulant.
After all, grievances, sometimes, are also a luxury.
You feel aggrieved in front of someone who cares about you.
You can act spoiled in front of someone who indulges you.
Lu Beiyuan took her to the roadside and rubbed her lower back with his hand, "Is it very hard to work now?"
"Not too bad, not too tired," Su Nanxing asked him, "Have you been here long? Why didn't you come up?"