Chapter Twenty-Two: The place is deserted.

Yuan Fuqing happily agreed and skipped down the stairs with the food box in his arms.

As soon as Yuan Siyin turned around, a small green rabbit hopped in front of her.

Si Fangming smiled and waved the rabbit he had woven from foxtail grass in his hand. "How is it? Isn't it pretty?"

"Wow, where did you learn that from? Your hands are even more skillful than mine."

Yuan Siyin took a clump of grass stems, her fingers fiddling with the "rabbit's" ears, her eyes full of admiration.

"This grass is abundant in the desert, and I often pick a few when I have nothing else to do."

"If you wish to learn, Miss, I can teach you."

Yuan Siyin sat down beside him and readily agreed.

Although this skill is not very useful, its flashy appearance is irresistible.

A moment later, she looked at the scattered dog tail in her hand, then turned to look at the lifelike little rabbit in Si Fangming's hand, and was furious.

...

Is this the variability of the world?

Did humanity leave her behind during evolution?

Yuan Siyin pouted and threw a handful of foxtail grass back into his arms.

"I don't want to learn anymore, I don't want to learn anymore, as long as you make it up for me, that's fine."

Si Fangming paused, a look of regret on his face, and then mocked her mercilessly.

"Miss is indeed exceptionally intelligent, beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Yuan Siyin punched him resentfully, then held out her hand to him: "Letter."

Si Fangming knowingly took the letter out of his pocket and handed it to her, then began weaving little rabbits again.

Yuan Siyin unfolded the letter and read it quickly, finishing it in no time.

A message of peace and well-being, as usual.

Although she knew everything was alright, she still subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

She shook the envelope again, and inside was a dried-up ugly grass rabbit. She picked up the grass rabbit by the ears with some disgust and looked it over from side to side.

It's just as ugly as the one she made up.

"This was written by the general. He also instructed me to describe the young lady's feelings in detail when I returned."

Yuan Siyin laughed so hard she gritted her teeth.

You did this on purpose, Si Fangming.

She's the face-swapping master.

However... in her memory, although Yuan's father was a big and burly man, he reserved all his tenderness for his deceased wife and two children.

Although this grass rabbit was so ugly that his tenderness was not apparent, it carried his deepest longing.

Yuan Siyin took a deep breath, tilted her head back, and looked up at the azure sky as if nothing was wrong.

This is so sentimental, thumbs down!

Si Fangming glanced at her, then quickly lowered his head, unexpectedly not exposing her.

"I heard that the young lady will be of marriageable age in a month."

Yuan Siyin was furious upon hearing this and wished she could slap him on the head.

This is a classic case of bringing up the very thing that shouldn't be brought up.

She had almost forgotten about it these past two days, so I brought it up again to remind her.

They have ill intentions.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

She lay down, a blade of grass dangling from her mouth, and comfortably crossed her legs.

The sky was cloudless, the treetops and leaves were still, and there wasn't a breath of wind in the courtyard; it was as if time had stood still on this afternoon.

It was so peaceful and beautiful.

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Chou can't get married."

If it were any other young lady from a wealthy family, matchmakers would have been knocking on her door long ago to propose marriage.

The Yuan residence is deserted.

As he spoke, Si Fangming let out a heavy sigh.

Yuan Yayin: "..."

She retracted her previous statement.

There is no peace or beauty here.

Today is a day for chaos and disorder.

Yuan Siyin rolled up her sleeves, jumped up without a word, and chased after Si Fangming, yelling, "Stop! Si Fangming! If you dare to say that, sit down! Don't run away!"

"Miss, please keep your voice down, lest the neighbors hear you, or you'll never be able to get married!"

Si Fangming, sitting on the wall, turned around, smiled, and waved to her before nimbly leaping down.

Yuan Siyin was so angry that she felt dizzy and disoriented.

Who are these people?