After Christmas, New Year's Day approached rapidly, and as each day went by, Luo Qianqian grew more and more restless.
Luo Shufan, seeing his sister's distressed expression, walked into her room with concern and sat on the bed. He asked, "Qianqian, do you feel unwell somewhere?"
Luo Qianqian glanced at her brother from the corner of her eye, then lowered her head. Despite having such a great brother, why did she also have to contend with another brother who was such an annoyance? She said, "Brother, a classmate invited me out to play, but I don't want to go, yet I've already promised I would. What should I do?"
"Is that what's troubling you?" Luo Shufan rubbed the back of his head, unable to grasp why such a trivial matter could make his sister look so troubled for so long, and so he advised, "Since you've already promised, you should go. If you're not having fun, then just come back. Your classmate isn't some Great Demon King who's unreasonable."
