And Mei liked watching these people. In fact, she loved people. She loved the crowds. She loved the sound of people playing dice or washing chopsticks by hand. She loved the colorful neon lights fl ashing in a KTV. She loved singing out of tune in groups. She loved the nice warmth when many people were gathered together. She loved the welcoming air of every Spring Festival.
Giving a faint smile at the old man dreaming beside her, she was diverted to Ming’s great concentration on the views outside the window.