"I saw you were still working so hard this late," Jin Qianqian said, "so I came to see what you were up to. You can read these books anytime. Don't strain your eyes."
Ancient Wen Heng led her closer to the heated wall. "Don't worry, I know my limits. I don't want to have to squint just to see you clearly when we're old."
"We haven't even had snacks yet, and you're already being such a sweet-talker." Jin Qianqian playfully reached out and cupped his face. "Let me get some of that sweetness."
After a moment of playful banter, Ancient Wen Heng brought up the matter of Li Cuicui returning to her village.
"I've had the New Year's gifts prepared, along with some other things Mother likes. Take a look and see if there's anything else you want to add." Jin Qianqian had invited Li Cuicui to stay and celebrate the New Year with them several times, thinking it would be more lively, but she had been refused each time.
