"Really?"
Upon hearing Lin Caisang's words, Lin Caiqing's eyes sparkled, resembling two lit candles. She grabbed Lin Caisang's arm and asked anxiously.
"Sister Sangsang, can Brother Guman's hand truly be healed? How should it be treated?"
Lin Caisang: "..."
She felt she no longer needed to persuade her younger sister. Clearly, Guman was all she had in her heart and mind.
What she didn't understand was when did Caiqing start to fancy Guman? Why wasn't she aware of it? And she thought Caiqing was always following her around.
"Qing'er, you're only eleven, far too young to be betrothed. You don't need to rush."
Although she didn't know what else to say, she still ventured an advice.
"I'm not in a rush."
Lin Caiqing nodded, thinking Sister Sangsang was right.
"Sister Sangsang, agreeing to a betrothal doesn't mean getting married immediately. I can wait."