But Yan Yan couldn't help but feel worried, "I say, cousin, this class beauty is so flirty, do you really not mind? Can you be sure she'll still like you tomorrow? It sounds like she can switch her affections any time."
"Really, I don't mind.
A girl, if she's already fickle-hearted even before she's been in love,
it just means she doesn't know what kind of person she actually likes.
To me, it's quite fine if a girl is a bit fickle.
Daydreaming occasionally, chilling and chasing stars now and then.
It's much better than being idle and obsessively watching her boyfriend all day long, not even allowed to talk to others.
Being fickle-hearted is okay, not being fickle-bodied is better." Yan Ling said the last sentence with a conviction that others might not perceive, but Yan Yan was well aware of it.
Yan Yan looked at Yan Ling, her eyes wide with surprise as she sought confirmation from him: Not fickle-bodied? Have you tried?
Yan Ling gave Yan Yan a definite look in response.
