Yang Shan tried several times, but for some reason, she always failed.
Disappointment was written all over her face, "Elder Brother, am I just too clumsy? You've learned how to do it, but I still haven't."
"Miss Yang, actually you're doing quite well," Chu Zhang couldn't help but tell the truth when he saw she was unhappy.
In fact, Yang Shan's movements were not bad; it was Young Master Yang who was holding the kite too low, which reduced the chances of Yang Shan getting it to fly.
At this point, she needed to run faster, but Yang Shan, a young miss raised in seclusion, was not good at running, which was her weakness. Therefore, she could never get it to fly.
Yang Shan was feeling a bit downhearted as she watched Chun Qingyu's kite soar higher and higher. She admired it and wished to launch her own, even if it couldn't fly as high.
"Second Brother Chu, you don't have to comfort me, I did too poorly," she said.
