"Qinghe! You're here." Tianmiao smiled and waved at Li Qinghe. At this moment, Tianmiao appeared to be around ten years old, dressed in coarse cloth and with her hair in a bun, looking like an ordinary village girl. Yet her noble aura was quite striking, but young Li Qinghe couldn't perceive this. She just assumed Tianmiao was a regular fisherman's daughter.
Li Qinghe grinned and nodded vigorously, rushing forward to hug Tianmiao.
"Come on, after eating we're going to learn to paint, then practice writing for a while, and also learn music." Tianmiao counted on her fingers, "We have to make the most of our time."
Li Qinghe pouted, looking at Tianmiao accusingly. She wanted to learn all those things but also wanted to play with Tianmiao. With so much to learn, there wouldn't be any time to play.
"Then, let's cut the writing practice time in half and use that time to make kites." Seeing Qinghe's eager expression, Tianmiao ultimately compromised.
