8 ：Bewilderme

ilge，Sukiesatbythewindowoftheirsmallcottage，herthoughtsawhirlwind.HanFenglingwasoutside，choppingwoodforthefire.Shewatchedhimthroughthewindow，hisstrong，gracefulmovementscaptivatihesightofhimbroughtawarmthtoherheartthatshecouldn，tignoreanylonger.

    Ashefinishedandcameinside，Sukiegreetedhimwithasoftsmile.＂Youworktoohard，＂sheteasedgently.

    HanFenglingchuckled，wipingthesweatfromhisbrow.＂It，sgoodtostaybusy.Keepsmymindoffthings.＂

    Sukie，ssmilefadedasshelookeddownatherhands.＂Fenglialk.＂

    Hesetthewooddownandjoihetable，hisexpressionserious.＂What，sonyourmind?＂

    Takingadeepbreath，Sukiemethisgaze，herheartpounding.＂Fengling，I，tkeeppretendi