On the way back, Weilan glanced over at Ding Lan several times, only to notice that Ding Lan's face appeared especially flushed this evening, shining with a faint oily glow, like she was sweating profusely, which gave her a very unique aura.
How to put it?
There was a bit of a womanly feel, as if the girlishness she had before wasn't as prevalent.
What happened?
When she thought back to the strange words Ding Lan said to Song Di before leaving, she felt puzzled.
She ventured to ask, "You, are you into Song Di?"
Ding Lan was startled, then let out a laugh, her words dodging slightly, "Into Song Di? Then I must be blind, or perhaps lame."
Weilan took a look at Song Di and felt Ding Lan's reaction was a bit much, definitely unusual.
"Why so agitated?" Weilan asked with a laugh.
"Who's agitated?"
