Zhulan first heard the noise and glanced at her daughter, engrossed in her needlework. She realized the little girl truly had a talent for sewing. Just yesterday, Mrs. Zhao had given her some pointers, and today she had already gotten the hang of it, even doing it with a certain style.
The noise outside grew louder; Xue Han almost pricked her hand when she heard it.
Zhulan took the needle and thread, "Mom will do the rest. It might be one of the girls from the neighborhood looking for you, go on!"
Xue Han was surprised, how could her mother not recognize San Ya's voice? But then again, San Ya never dared to come to their house or get close to her mother, so it was normal that her mother wasn't familiar with her voice. However, San Ya had changed- her once mosquito-like voice was now clear and crisp, as if gaining some confidence had also increased her volume.
