She looked at her as if she were her daughter.
Hannah didn't play mahjong. She only knew a little bit of poker.
Guinevere said it's fine, "Come over sometime, and we'll teach you."
There really weren't many entertainment activities in their village. To them, mobile phones and TV were less appealing than mahjong.
When the sun rose overhead, the mist in the mountains dispersed, and even the stream became exceptionally clear.
Several children had already run off who knows where to play. Little Tiger was lying on the wooden bed, snoring and drooling onto his collar.
Arnold Simmons walked along the cobblestone path, carrying two paper bags in his hand.
He was tall, and even dressed casually, his face was eye-catching. When he first arrived, many girls in town came over to take a look.
They would blush when they saw him, and also when they saw Hannah.
They were a perfect match.
Many people said so.
