Auden’s Blessing
“If he’s really that outstanding, then why won’t he stop pestering me? Men aren’t as simple as you think. You don’t need to worry about me—I’m not so fragile that I need another man to ease the pain of longing.”
“Xiya…” You’re Sif, you’re Sif—but I couldn’t say it.
“I’ll forget Thor.” Xiya tossed the cigarette butt onto the floor, then patted my shoulder. “You’re lucky. Hold on to Loki.”
The weekend came again. To help Xiya relieve some stress, we decided to go to Faoqin Street and enjoy ourselves once more. The weather had been hot lately, so the two of us shared a pink parasol, weaving happily through the bustling crowd.