"Look, Nellas!" Minhe exclaimed, her finger pointing at a kaleidoscope of intricately carved wooden figurines. "Aren't they simply delightful?"
Her eyes shimmered with pure delight, and Nellas couldn't resist being drawn into her genuine joy. "Indeed, they are," he replied, a warm smile gracing his lips.
As their explorations continued, they chanced upon a quaint shooting gallery adorned with moving targets, a challenge even for the most skilled archers.
Minhe's eyes sparkled with excitement as she caught sight of the game.
"Nellas, let's play!" she suggested, her face radiating anticipation.
Nellas hesitated briefly, his gaze fixated on Minhe's beaming countenance. He felt an irresistible pull, compelled by her authentic delight and the fear of letting her down.
With a determined smile, he nodded in agreement. "Alright," Nellas affirmed, his voice filled with resolve.
