For some reason, Shi Qinghan felt a small sense of grievance after his cousin Shi Yiyin's remarks. He had waited all afternoon but hadn't managed to see little Ann.
Pouting, Shi Qinghan's youthful voice was tinged with frustration. "I didn't go look for Ann, and I didn't see her."
"Ah?" Shi Yiyin pointed to the goose feather in his pocket. "Then how does my cousin have a feather from the big white goose?"
"I ran into it by chance; it gave it to me." Shi Qinghan found her chatter annoying and turned to head upstairs.
"Cousin, don't go! Where did you meet the big white goose? I want to play with it too!"
Shi Yiyin's calls couldn't keep him from walking faster.
Feeling left behind, Shi Yiyin wrinkled her nose in displeasure and huffed, "Why doesn't my cousin want to play with me? Hmph, fine, I don't want to play with him either!"
She turned and ran back to the living room.