Yang Dayong felt nothing special about it. After that incident, he returned to normal after a few awkward days. He did his work, ate, drank, and acted as if nothing had happened.
One day, Yang Dayong had just finished making a new wind-up frog toy and planned to show it to Yang Chuxia. From a distance, he saw a girl wearing a moon-white blouse embroidered with delicate flowers. She had a willowy waist and captivating eyes full of autumn-like gentleness. As she turned to face him, her every frown and smile seemed to exude charm. Though young, she was gracefully beautiful. As Yang Dayong took in all these lovely qualities, his mind filtered them down to just two words – pretty!
"Yang, are you going to see Xiaxia?" she asked.
"Yes, yes I am." Yang Dayong scratched his head with a smile and then lowered it slightly, feeling a little embarrassed about his momentary distraction.
"What's that thing in your hand? It looks quite fun."
