"Really?"
Wangshu lifted her head, her eyes showing a hint of vulnerability. Her attempts at poetry were merely to impress her junior. If even You Su said so, she wouldn't allow herself to be discouraged.
"Indeed, if you don't believe me, I will boldly recite two lines for you to hear." You Su declared confidently.
"Okay!" Wangshu nodded in response.
"Then I'll humbly present my modest work."
Suddenly, You Su closed his eyes and gazed at the sky, as if looking through time and space to see his senior sister in white robes, alone in a white world counting snowflakes.
He couldn't bear to see his senior sister heartbroken, so he gently recited a poem:
"A thousand flakes, ten thousand flakes, countless flakes..."
The Third Elder frowned upon hearing this, sighing inwardly.
He had thought You Su could turn the situation around, but it seems he too was an amateur, merely counting snowflakes like Wangshu. Would the next line say "there are so many to count"?
