"Who is it?" Mick asked. "Weren't you just lamenting at the dance tonight about how the Matchmaker Deity used your red thread of fate to knit a sweater? How come you're suddenly in love?"
Lin Ziran, looking mysterious and somewhat showing off, said, "I dare not say, I'm afraid it might scare you to death."
The other three roommates had also quietly awakened and were all ears.
Lin Ziran cleared her throat as if announcing something significant, and said heavily, "Lin Feng."
"What?"
The three eavesdropping roommates exclaimed in unison, flung off their blankets, and ran over to Lin Ziran's bed to crowd around her, while Mick, from the upper bunk, fell directly down onto the other three roommates.
As everyone tumbled around in disarray, they scrambled to help Mick get up from the floor without minding that she had fallen on them and regrouped around Lin Ziran, staring at her intently.
