Tang Xiang returned to her tool room where she tinkered with her props. She devoted all her thoughts to the wooden puppy she was working on, showing no interest in anything else.
It was at this moment that Tang Ling shyly walked in and called out, "Sister."
Tang Xiang looked up, "What's the matter?"
Tang Ling, usually bold and carefree, now nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, displaying rare girlish anxiety. She fidgeted for a while but couldn't say a word.
Tang Xiang noticed her sister was acting differently today. She paused her work and asked with a smile, "What happened?"
"It's not a big deal, it's just that Cousin... he said..."
"He said he likes you?"
Tang Ling's eyes widened in surprise, "Sister, how did you know?"
Tang Xiang laughed, "I thought he would drag it out for another three years before telling you."
Tang Ling was even more astonished.
Tang Xiang said with interest, "After all, he's always around you. Anyone with eyes should see it."
