"Just admit it, Little Duo. Honesty is the best policy!" Ye Liu looked like he was educating a child.
She turned away proudly, ignoring him. She stood and pulled her bench to the other side, beside Ling, pretending Ye Liu was nothing but air.
Then she spoke fervently to Ye Ling, "Ling, what's that you're mending?"
"Insoles for the shoes. Makes them more comfortable to walk in," he responded with good temper. His voice was calm and gentle, able to make people feel good instantly.
"Oh."
It was only a few layers of coarse cloth, neatly sewn together by rows and rows of thread.
She observed Ye Ling's actions. It looked easy enough that she was tempted to try. She had never sewn insoles before.
"Ling, let me try."
"Alright, but don't prick yourself, or it's going to hurt," he passed the tools to her.
"Relax, I'm not stupid enough to prick myself," she took over in a rush.
