Hearing her words, a flash of bright, icy gaze, bright as the hanging Big Dipper, too blinding to discern the emotions within, "Do you really like it, or is it just pretend?"
Manman was taken aback, followed by three black lines forming on her forehead:
When your little sister genuinely compliments you, you have to question it? What's that supposed to mean?
"Don't worry, if it was something I didn't like, I'd have thrown it straight into the trash."
I have to admit, she was fierce, daring to throw away the gifts her brother gave her into the trash.
With a cold twitch of his eyebrow, "Fine then, just be careful walking, come back early, and don't make Mom worry."
Manman watched his retreating figure as he entered the door, pulled a face, and then continued down the stairs, holding onto the handrail as she went. She hadn't gone far when a hand reached out to steady her arm. Turning around, she saw him having doubled back at some point.
