Sometimes she could be utterly cheerful, yet the next moment she could be the epitome of misery. My cousin really is a unique case.
So I stepped forward, rested my hand on Su Xiaowan's arm, and said, "Alright, if you've had your fill, we can head back. Just so you know, today's the last day. If you don't take a good look now, we'll be leaving tomorrow."
Su Xiaowan shook her head and said, "No need for more looking. It's futile. I've seen enough. Let's go."
Upon hearing this, my elder cousin Song Yongyu sputtered incredulously, "Oh my, aren't you melancholic today? What's gotten into you? Have you suddenly developed a poetic streak? Are you trying to nurture my future nephews into poets?"
At this, Su Xiaowan burst out laughing. She cast an exasperated glance at Song Yongyu before saying, "Elder cous, what kind of thoughts cross your mind each day? I'm truly amazed."
