One evening, the sky suddenly filled with dark clouds, and torrential rain poured down. Several sisters were idle and invited Angela Linton to play Mahjong together.
Beside the rosewood table, agarwood wafted from the incense burner, mingling with the verdant freshness of Biluochun tea, with idle chatter drifting out with the mist.
"Angela, the last few times we've invited you, you've been busy." The sister across from her played a tile, the jade bracelet on her wrist jingling melodiously.
"Isn't it obvious?" laughed the sister beside her, "Look at her radiant face now; she must be busy being all lovey-dovey with her fiancé."
Hearing this, Angela Linton threw out the red dragon tile she had just drawn: "Has my skin gotten better lately? No wonder when I looked in the mirror this morning, I thought I looked a bit more beautiful."
Her unabashed attitude amused everyone.
