“Of course ask her,” the two nearest women on the left, shouted together.
“Why not ask her,” a friendly couple on the right, shouted louder.
“Just ask her,” a single tall woman yelled from a corner, cheerfully.
“Really no need to buy me anything, sister” I murmured.
But Mei insisted. After ten minutes, we left the market with bags of fruit and nuts. Arm in arm, we spoke less but laughed more. Our intimate feelings were feverishly milder at a rustic corner in the capital city than anywhere. Her radiance, like her smart outfi t, had never been seen before. She seemed much younger than when I had seen her in Shenzhen many months earlier.