"If you don't talk, you don't like him." The lively little handsome guy pointed at the silent little boy, "If my sister doesn't talk to him, it's because she doesn't like him."

"No, no... I like him too." How would she explain that she didn't talk to the cold boy just because he was too cold, she didn't dare.

He hated that lump of wood very much, but the young lady didn't. He was very disappointed, but he couldn't let the young lady know, so he said, "Sister, what's your name?"