Seeing her slightly blushed face, Ye Yiheng did not understand why, "Why is your face red?"
Leng Yu Yan smiled to ease her awkwardness and said, "We can fly the kite now, I'm excited."
Ye Yiheng thought back to his childhood yearning for kites and could understand her feelings at the moment, so he nodded, "From now on, if there's anything else you want to do, just let me know."
Last night, she was drunk, and he took the opportunity to ask her about her identity.
Regardless of whether her words were dreams or reality, based solely on her words from last night and her life at Marquis Ningyuan's Mansion, her childhood must also have had its share of dissatisfaction.
She was younger than him, too, which made him feel protective of her.
Thinking this, he used a small knife to trim away the excess silk.
Working together, they only had one more step to go: painting.
Leng Yu Yan picked up the pigments and began to draw on the silk with a paintbrush.