"Nope." Yan Huan laughed. She was going to surprise Yi Ling with the money; telling Yi Ling about it now would ruin the surprise.
She gently removed Yi Ling's hand from her cheek.
"Yiyi, if we strike it rich, what would you do with the money?" Yan Huan asked Yi Ling with eager, shining eyes.
Yi Ling shrugged. "Why? We don't have money right now." She spread her empty hands to emphasize her point. She was a practical person; she did not dwell on unrealistic fantasies that were nothing more than soap bubbles that would break at the slightest touch. It was better to use the time spent daydreaming on how to make more money instead.
Yan Huan tried again. "I said if we strike it rich. It's a hypothetical question."
"If we strike it rich, huh…" Yi Ling rested her chin on a hand as she allowed herself to daydream for once.
