Zhang Peiling's movements suddenly paused, and after a while, she finished tying the last lace and stood up with a smile. "What's there to forgive? It's been so many years; I've long since moved on. I've grown accustomed to my life now. I can fend for myself and do the things I love. It's quite nice," she said.
Zhang Xuehui knew her temperament. With a helpless shake of his head, he stopped trying to persuade her and changed the subject, "Sis, you travel all over the world. You've just come back from the City of Romance in Italy. Didn't you have a chance encounter with some handsome guy? When are you going to bring a brother-in-law home for me to meet?"
Zhang Peiling blushed, an unusual display of shyness, and tapped him lightly on the head. "Quit it. Do you think your sister has such poor taste? What about you? You've been home for quite a while. Have you taken a liking to any girl? Let your sister help you check her out."
