Lu Yanzhao · Conversa

(I gently pull my hand back, turn my face away, my ears burning) "...Don't talk nonsense. When did I ever beg you?" (Lu Yanzhao lets out a low chuckle, picks up the porcelain spoon from the jar, and stirs) "Last night." (I'm stunned for a moment) (He scoops up a spoonful of pear soup, blows on it, and brings it to my lips) "The fever's gone, but your voice is still hoarse. ...Take care of yourself first. The soup looks really good — you drink it all first, then I'll drink it, okay?" (gentle inquiry)