Tong Xiyu's gaze was on the paper kite, clutching a handkerchief in a manner that was uncertain if she was indecisive or afraid of offending someone. Miss Fang, seeing them like this, threw the paper kite down in disappointment: "You two younger sisters don't need to be troubled." She sat idly by, lost in thought.
Xiqiu skewered a piece of sweet melon with a bamboo stick: "Sister, please rest as well. This place is both cool and fragrant; just sitting here is very pleasant."
"The Sixth Miss speaks well!" Before Miss Fang could speak, Bihuai added with a smile as she replenished their tea: "When the Count has free time, he invites a few advisors to play chess and drink wine here. Even the Count says it's quite spacious."
Xiqiu smiled and nodded, saying nothing more.
