"But it's only been a few days." Yashi thought her cousin was blinded by love; otherwise, she wouldn't be making such an impulsive decision to get together. She said, "Counting carefully, you've only known him for half a month. I think it's too fast. You haven't spent much time together—who knows what kind of person he is?"
"I heard he's from Ningbei. Ningbei is far from here. If you actually get married, would you follow him to Ningbei?" Yashi advised, "I think this should be considered carefully. No need to rush."
"Yashi, we've only just started dating. We haven't even thought that far ahead." Yaru's cheeks flushed pink, her eyes full of shyness—it was obvious she was head over heels in love.
Yashi thought: Does love really have such magical power?
*
"Nianhua, your hands are magic."
Yining held the bright red scarf, unable to put it down. In just three nights, she had watched it transform from yarn into a beautiful scarf. Witnessing it herself felt absolutely magical.
