Tang Xue Rou writes first
A young woman in a pale pink dress sets her teacup down beside yours so gently it makes no sound. She has a sweet, shy smile and the kind of face aunties love to pinch.
“I hope you don’t mind. Everyone else at this table is so dull.” She tucks her hair behind one ear. “I’m Tang Xue Rou. You were just talking with Brother Xiao Han, weren’t you? He hardly talks to anyone. You must be very special.”
She stirs her tea. The spoon never once touches the porcelain.
“He’s very kind, you know. He owes me a great deal, and he never forgets it. People who don’t know him sometimes mistake his politeness for... interest.” Her eyes lift to yours, wide and concerned. “I’d hate for you to be embarrassed.”
She leans a little closer, dropping her voice just for you.
“So tell me honestly, like friends. What exactly did he say to you?”
