But right now, she was like an instrument played out of tune, so flustered she didn't know where to look.
She was asking Yaoyao because she couldn't make sense of her own heart.
This just went to show that no matter how rational a woman might be, she becomes a creature of emotion the moment her heart is stirred. No one can ever perfectly control their feelings. Love was, without a doubt, a profound subject.
'She's a goner,' Yaoyao thought, observing her sister's state.
If infatuation had a face, it would be the one Ning was wearing right now.
"What do you even like about him!?" Yaoyao grabbed Ning's shoulders and shook her, completely baffled. "There has to be a reason… His face? The fact that he's young? His voice?"
"His looks are fine, I'm not a fan of his age, but I do like his voice," her older sister mumbled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "His personality is pretty good, too. He's not a pushover, but he's not overbearing either… I can't quite explain it."
