"You two lovebirds should hurry home, and don't argue anymore." Abigail Perry walked over enthusiastically, her attitude towards Ian Linton verging on flattery, and she smiled, "I've already talked to Emily, you should make nice with her too. What problem between a married couple can't be solved face to face, to the point you have to take it home?" The last few words were implied for Emily Ginger to hear.
Ian Linton walked over, gently took Emily Ginger's hand, and pulled her into his embrace. Looking at her somewhat pale and haggard face, he seemed a bit heartbroken. Tenderly, he raised his hand to caress Emily's cheek: "Emily, it was my fault, come home with me, okay?"
Emily Ginger's expression was listless until Ian's hand touched her face. She seemed a bit disgusted, and she abruptly raised her hand to brush Ian's fingers away.
"..."
Ian Linton's actions paused, he looked at her face, then sighed lightly, looking somewhat troubled and helpless.
