"Thank you."
Chen Yan answered casually after receiving Liu Fanyue's praise.
"Ah..."
As though something had suddenly occurred to her, Liu Fanyue froze for a moment, then quickly grew flustered again. She stood up, waving her hands repeatedly.
"When I said it was pretty, I meant the wood carving!"
Chen Yan fell silent for a moment, stopped carving, and raised his head to glance at Liu Fanyue. Both his eyes and his expression were perfectly calm.
"I know. If you didn't mean the wood carving, what else could you have meant?"
When her eyes inadvertently met Chen Yan's, a blush first rose to Liu Fanyue's face, and then she hurriedly averted her gaze.
"So, what would you like me to carve?"
Chen Yan's tone remained utterly even, as though he had not noticed Liu Fanyue's embarrassment or agitation at all.
Liu Fanyue could not help feeling a little annoyed. This fellow really was a block of wood. Yet she was also somewhat relieved that the young man before her had noticed nothing.
A young girl's pride was strong, after all.
Since he had not noticed anything, she was naturally happy to pretend nothing had happened.
She crouched beside Chen Yan again, propping her chin in both hands. With her head tilted, she watched the carving knife in his hand for a while before suddenly speaking.
"Then could you carve me a wooden hairpin?"
After saying that, she felt she had sounded a little too eager and hastily added:
"The hairpins the girls in the village wear are either copper or bone. They're heavy and not very pretty. Wood is lighter, and it won't weigh down my hair."
Chen Yan stopped his carving knife and turned to look at her.
Liu Fanyue was trying hard to make her expression look as