Last year during the Qixi Festival, Xiqiu didn't throw the needle. She felt that such things were merely symbolic. Whether the needle bloomed into some flower in the water signified what kind of future one might have, much like the flower itself. But in reality, it's just for fun—can anyone's life truly be determined by a single needle?
However, since Tong Xihua was so enthusiastic about it, Xiqiu couldn't refuse, so she joined Tong Xiyan and Tong Xiyu in expressing gratitude.
Lady smiled at Tong Xihua, "The girls' festival happens every year. You can't wear yourself out because of a few sisters, nor should you trouble my husband over this."
Tong Xihua laughed behind her sleeve, unconcerned.
