The little girl had stopped paying attention to the chessboard entirely. Instead, she was focused on his hands. She tilted her head left. Then right. Then left again.
Her large cute eyes narrowed as though she were investigating an important mystery.
"Teacher keeps looking at his hands..."
"Is there something on them?" Su Wanwan squinted even harder.
"Nope."
"They look normal."
"Maybe teacher forgot how hands work?" The little girl considered the possibility seriously. After all, adults were strange sometimes.
"Mentor Lin Feng," she asked again, "why do you keep looking at your hands?"
"Is Teacher's hands dirty?" She leaned forward and examined them from a closer distance.
"Hmm..."
"Wanwan still can't see any dirt." At this moment, they were already inside the Su Clan. Morning sunlight illuminated the courtyard. Birds chirped from nearby trees.
