You can see the little child sitting by the stone table, with an array of pastries and tea on display.
Her little hands are supporting her chin, swinging her small feet, looking utterly content.
Meanwhile, not far away, Su Yinling was running herself breathless, with sweat streaming down her face.
Butterflies fluttered all around, and Su Yinling stopped to catch her breath.
With a soft, sweet voice, Bai Zhi'er said: "Aunt Yinling, you can't rest yet. You haven't caught that pink butterfly for Zhi'er. You need to try harder!"
Su Yinling wiped the sweat from her forehead and said breathlessly: "Zhi'er, why don't we ask some Palace Attendants to help me? I'm really a bit tired."
"Where's Miss Qingmei? Ask her to come, that way we can catch the butterfly for you sooner."
Bai Zhi'er immediately pouted, blinking her big eyes in grievance.
"No, Aunt Yinling is the one I favor most. The first butterfly of summer, Zhi'er wants it to be caught by Aunt Yinling."
