That night after dinner, Li Fangting burrowed into the blankets and slept next to Gu Yunshuang. She rubbed the soft cotton quilts. These were not like the Li family's blankets, which were stiff and so thin that they were practically weightless.
"Mother…"
She raised her head and looked at Gu Yunshuang blissfully. "Elder Cousin says she's getting engaged in a few days' time, and she'll make me a new set of clothes."
Gu Yunshuang patted her head. "In the future, you must learn to get along with your elder cousin. She's smart and mature. You must learn from her, alright?"
"Uhm!" Li Fangting nodded obediently.
That night, Gu Qingyao lingered in her interspace, practicing her calligraphy and painting. But no matter how she wrote, nothing pleased her.
In the end, she flung her pen aside in irritation. She wouldn't write anymore!