"Sister An Yu, this time you've truly shared a life and death experience," Tang Yue teased, examining Qin Anyu's blushing face, she asked, "Sister An Yu, you must have developed feelings for Chu Hong by now, right?"
"Who, who has developed feelings."
Qin Anyu's face flushed crimson, her words meant to refute, yet betraying a hint of uncertainty.
"Sister An Yu, it's normal for a man to marry and a woman to wed," Qin Anyu pinched Tang Yue's waist as she spoke, but her pinch was more like a tickle, she said with feigned huffiness, "Xiao Yue, are you implying that I'm old?"
Qin Anyu's words were followed by a realization; she was twenty-six this year, and Tang Yue was only twenty but already betrothed. Indeed, she seemed a bit old.
Even Grandpa Qin often called her an old maid, every time the matter of her marriage came up, he would look so worried that his hair seemed to turn white.
