Wi-heom-han gyan-gye Page #4

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Beibei, you okay?

Beibei, feeling better?

Madame.

Young Miss is asleep.

Asleep? So she's okay?

Yes, fine.

I'll just look in on her.

May I help you?

Mr Xie!

Mr Xie knows Chinese medicine.

Why not let him check on her?

I could take her pulse.

Oh, no, no, no.

Ah-Wen, let her sleep.

Close the door.

Miss Mo, shall we return to our seats?

Mr Xie, after you.

Sure it was this one?

Definitely.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

Oh, Mr Xie, sir.

This is my private box.

We're chasing a man who's

a security threat.

I saw him go in myself.

You sure?

Yes, Mr Xie, sir.

Yes, yes.

Who are you after?

Mr Xie, sir, who's this man?

Young Bao, I'm tired.

Help me to the car.

Okay.

Wait a moment.

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Mama.

Oh, Beibei, feeling better?

Run!

Cai Lu! Step on it!

He only painted her.

Mrs Zhu, hello.

Oh, Miss Mo, hello.

I'm not sure if I should tell you this.

What's it?

It's about Beibei.

Madame.

Mama.

Look do you like my drawing?

What's that in your hands? Let me see it.

What did you two do?

Mrs Zhu, Beibei gave herself for art.

Gave herself?

You... you misunderstand.

It's art. It's about beauty.

Art?

Yes.

What do you want?

You after our family's money?

I love Beibei.

And I love Wenzhou.

Ridiculous.

You're the son of a lowly rickshaw puller.

You think you're good enough for Beibei?

That you're her social match?

You should know your place.

Mama.

My father may be poor.

But he'd never sell his

own child for money.

Little scoundrel!

What's more, he understands art.

Wenzhou.

Halt.

Take one step and I'll disown you.

Ma!

Ok, you can take a look.

Thank you.

What do you think?

It's not your colour.

I'll give you another.

White is so marvelous on you.

Thank you.

Paul, what do you think?

Sorry, monsieur. It's sold out.

Maybe you should wait for some days.

Never mind. I can wait.

By the time this dress is finished,

you'll be mine.

Why not wear it and

travel with me somewhere?

Well, then, good luck.

Isn't the water cold?

To my dear Fenyu, from Huimin,

in the 15th year of Minkuo.

Huimin your husband?

I'd love to know

what sort of man he was?

He was a respected teacher

modest and patient.

He knew me better than anyone.

If you gave me a chance,

I could understand you even more.

Don't say that.

Fenyu, you mustn't live in the past

and let your beauty wither.

You don't need to tell me how to live.

What are you doing?

I want you... to say goodbye to him.

I'm helping you be resolute.

Fenyu.

You won't read it

I'll read it to you.

My darling, my Fenyu...

On September 7 this year I was reborn

because that's when I first saw you.

You're the first to show me

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