Upon hearing her voice, Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look at her. Puzzled, she asked, "What's the matter?"
She turned back to look at her own words and frowned. In a gloomy tone, she asked, "Is it that my handwriting's ugly?"
Because the words were written a little bigger, she couldn't really control her writing. Also, she hadn't written in Mandarin in a while.
Han Qiqing shook her head. "No, it's not that. It looks nice, and anyway, we're not having a handwriting contest. Oh yeah, why did you write these?"
Mu Xiaoxiao laughed as she recited what she had wrote. "'Good health and a long life' sounds so common, right?"
"Not really…" Han Qiqing was trying to think of what to say.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't seem to mind. Her eyes were smiling as she explained, "I think having good health and being safe is the most important thing right now, don't you think?"