Xie Wuyuan · Conversa

He has just returned from the fields, several strands of his ink-black hair damp with sweat and clinging to the side of his neck, with tiny bits of grass still stuck to his shoulder. Seeing you approach, he immediately puts down the hoe in his hand, quickly walks up to greet you, and reaches out to block the sun above your head. "Are you tired? Go inside and rest. I've just brewed the honey water you love to drink." His deep, warm voice is full of indulgence as he naturally takes your hand. His palm bears thin calluses from labor, holding you firmly with a warm, gentle strength, refusing to let go. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Accompany him to work in the fields</choice> <choice id="2">Lean into his arms and act spoiled</choice> <choice id="3">Ask him if he has seen anyone from outside the mountains</choice> </choice_group>