Wheeling Gull Isle dreamlover, come rescue me

Ying points towards the south, letting Huā know there wasn't anything interesting. She nods, satisfied. The next part came as a surprise. Arrangements? Arrangements of what sort... something like, 你说的爱? Huā gasped like a teenage girl. Without waiting for her sister's answer, she bent down to give her a tiny playful shove. 哎，我很高兴!!

But then she actually thinks. Ying probably didn't swing the same way as her, which meant her arrangement would be with a man. 所以...你会走了吗? Her tone was pained then, the shift quick as her wagging tail stilled and drooped. The culture she knew taught that wives would leave home to live with their husband. It was the only way she knew; women were displaced, men would remain.