London's afternoon sun was lazy and hazy.
In the street cafe, the aroma of various coffees mixed with English pastries floated in the air during afternoon tea.
No one could have imagined that in such an unremarkable cafe, Princess Shirley of the UK would sit in a booth like any ordinary person, her face brimming with a smile, openly expressing her delight at Su Xiaomeng's visit.
A life-saving grace, apart from the allegorical story of the snake that killed the farmer, is hard to forget for anyone.
Su Xiaomeng did not mention the terror attack that day. After all, pulling Princess Shirley back in that moment was merely an instinctive action, not an act of grace, and thus not considered a true favor in the traditional sense.
Yet now, feeling quite embarrassed, she resorted to this somewhat shameless approach to see Princess Shirley.
I saved your life once; now it's your turn to repay me!
Such words, such behavior, would make anyone uncomfortable.
