ing, gently lowering her eyes. Her eyelashes cast shadows in the light, like a row of small fans.He grasped her hand, pressing it against his firm countenance, letting her feel."Mr. Wen, do you like i...ick book.Every night, he would sit and watch silently, repeatedly going over memories.But some have already become unfamiliar and hazy!Outside, Wen Man held a fruit platter and gently pushed open the...