Chapter 134: Chapter 135: Handkerchief Exchange_l
Translator: 549690339
This is a handkerchief I embroidered myself, Id like to give it to you.
The little girl saw that she was looking at her, lowered her eyelids shyly, and held in both her hands a pink silk handkerchief embroidered with a lotus flower, stretching it out to give to her.
Give a handkerchief?
Is this the so-called handkerchief exchange?
No wonder that before going to the Academy, her mother had stuffed a few new handkerchiefs into her book bag.
Thank you, I have a handkerchief to give you, too.
Upon understanding the meaning, she happily took the handkerchief, and took out a brand-new handkerchief from her bag and exchanged it with her.
Thank you.
The little girl was delighted when she accepted the handkerchief, and she stretched her eyes into a slit as she laughed when she received a handkerchief in return.
Now we are friends, right?
Su Qingluo asked sincerely.
Mhm, my name is Xu Waner, I am seven years old, how about you? The little girl was overjoyed and introduced herself.
Su Qingluo responded with a sincere smile, My name is Su Qingluo, eight years old, one year older than you.
Oh, then Ill call you Sister Qingluo.
Xu Waner covered her mouth, giggling with her handkerchief without showing her teeth.
Waner, my younger sister.
Su Qingluo grinned, experiencing the freshness of friendship between little girls for the first time.
Sister Qingluo, what color handkerchief do you prefer?
Xu Waner was very happy to have a new companion, sticking to Su Qingluo and whispering to her.
Color?
Su Qingluo rubbed her upturned little nose, as a bright idea flashed across her mind.
Green, like the color of a lake, so refreshing and clean. Sister likes green, next time Ill give you a green handkerchief.
Xu Waner was very well-behaved and considerate.
Another handkerchief?!
Whats the point of exchanging them over and over again? Isnt one enough?
In her previous life, Su Qingluo had been at war all her life, training rigorously since childhood, and had never experienced the ordinary friendship between little girls. Her understanding of the handkerchief exchange was limited to its literal meaning.
Alright, what color do you like, Waner?
Even though she didnt understand, it didnt hinder communication; she kindly went along with the little girls preferences, trying to communicate with Xu Waner with a little girls way of thinking.
Pink.
Xu Waner pointed at the handkerchief she gave to Su Qingluo, which had an embroidered lotus flower on it.
Little girls all like pink.
Su Qingluo commented, pretending to be a grown-up.
Doesnt Sister Qingluo like it?
Xu Waner furrowed her delicate brows, soft and tenderly asking.
I do.
Su Qingluo agreed with her feelings, But compared with pink, I prefer green.
Mhm, I also like green. I like both colors.
Xu Waner laughed happily.
Sister Qingluo, my name is Sun Yuwei, this is the handkerchief I embroidered myself, Id like to give it to you.
Another little girl, seeing that Xu Waner and Su Qingluo were talking happily, shyly approached with a brand-new white silk handkerchief.
Thank you, Sister also has a handkerchief to give to you.
Su Qingluo was already familiar with the exchange, smilingly took the handkerchief, and took out another one of her own silk handkerchiefs to give back to her.
The flowers Sister embroidered are really beautiful.
Sun Yuwei took the handkerchief and held it up close to her eyes to examine it, immediately being captivated by the meticulously embroidered plum blossoms made of silk thread.
Uh, the flowers were embroidered by my mother, I dont know how to embroider.
Su Qingluo looked somewhat embarrassed as she tousled her hair.
Sister Qingluo doesnt know how to embroider?
Both little girls looked surprised.
Mhm.
Su Qingluo sheepishly touched her nose, Do I have to know? My mother never taught me how to embroider.
Your mother is really nice.
Xu Waner stretched out her fair, tender hands, lamenting with a whine, Unlike my mom, she always forces me to embroider. Look at my fingers, theyve been pricked so many times theyre almost like honeycombs. Same here, Ive pricked mine many times, too.
Sun Yuwei also timidly stretched out her hand, softly chiming in..
Chapter 134: Chapter 135: Handkerchief Exchange_l
UDATD by XNVEL.CMTranslator: 549690339
This is a handkerchief I embroidered myself, Id like to give it to you.
The little girl saw that she was looking at her, lowered her eyelids shyly, and held in both her hands a pink silk handkerchief embroidered with a lotus flower, stretching it out to give to her.
Give a handkerchief?
Is this the so-called handkerchief exchange?
No wonder that before going to the Academy, her mother had stuffed a few new handkerchiefs into her book bag.
Thank you, I have a handkerchief to give you, too.
Upon understanding the meaning, she happily took the handkerchief, and took out a brand-new handkerchief from her bag and exchanged it with her.
Thank you.
The little girl was delighted when she accepted the handkerchief, and she stretched her eyes into a slit as she laughed when she received a handkerchief in return.
Now we are friends, right?
Su Qingluo asked sincerely.
Mhm, my name is Xu Waner, I am seven years old, how about you? The little girl was overjoyed and introduced herself.
Su Qingluo responded with a sincere smile, My name is Su Qingluo, eight years old, one year older than you.
Oh, then Ill call you Sister Qingluo.
Xu Waner covered her mouth, giggling with her handkerchief without showing her teeth.
Waner, my younger sister.
Su Qingluo grinned, experiencing the freshness of friendship between little girls for the first time.
Sister Qingluo, what color handkerchief do you prefer?
Xu Waner was very happy to have a new companion, sticking to Su Qingluo and whispering to her.
Color?
Su Qingluo rubbed her upturned little nose, as a bright idea flashed across her mind.
Green, like the color of a lake, so refreshing and clean. Sister likes green, next time Ill give you a green handkerchief.
Xu Waner was very well-behaved and considerate.
Another handkerchief?!
Whats the point of exchanging them over and over again? Isnt one enough?
In her previous life, Su Qingluo had been at war all her life, training rigorously since childhood, and had never experienced the ordinary friendship between little girls. Her understanding of the handkerchief exchange was limited to its literal meaning.
Alright, what color do you like, Waner?
Even though she didnt understand, it didnt hinder communication; she kindly went along with the little girls preferences, trying to communicate with Xu Waner with a little girls way of thinking.
Pink.
Xu Waner pointed at the handkerchief she gave to Su Qingluo, which had an embroidered lotus flower on it.
Little girls all like pink.
Su Qingluo commented, pretending to be a grown-up.
Doesnt Sister Qingluo like it?
Xu Waner furrowed her delicate brows, soft and tenderly asking.
I do.
Su Qingluo agreed with her feelings, But compared with pink, I prefer green.
Mhm, I also like green. I like both colors.
Xu Waner laughed happily.
Sister Qingluo, my name is Sun Yuwei, this is the handkerchief I embroidered myself, Id like to give it to you.
Another little girl, seeing that Xu Waner and Su Qingluo were talking happily, shyly approached with a brand-new white silk handkerchief.
Thank you, Sister also has a handkerchief to give to you.
Su Qingluo was already familiar with the exchange, smilingly took the handkerchief, and took out another one of her own silk handkerchiefs to give back to her.
The flowers Sister embroidered are really beautiful.
Sun Yuwei took the handkerchief and held it up close to her eyes to examine it, immediately being captivated by the meticulously embroidered plum blossoms made of silk thread.
Uh, the flowers were embroidered by my mother, I dont know how to embroider.
Su Qingluo looked somewhat embarrassed as she tousled her hair.
Sister Qingluo doesnt know how to embroider?
Both little girls looked surprised.
Mhm.
Su Qingluo sheepishly touched her nose, Do I have to know? My mother never taught me how to embroider.
Your mother is really nice.
Xu Waner stretched out her fair, tender hands, lamenting with a whine, Unlike my mom, she always forces me to embroider. Look at my fingers, theyve been pricked so many times theyre almost like honeycombs. Same here, Ive pricked mine many times, too.
Sun Yuwei also timidly stretched out her hand, softly chiming in..
