The rain continued to fall outside the lecture hall, and the wind continued to blow. Inside, a little girl, holding a small calligraphy brush, continued writing on the clean white rice paper.

This is written to my second brother. The little girl has so many things she wants to tell him.

So the little girl chose the largest sheet of Xuan paper and carefully laid it on the small table.

"Inhale~ Exhale~ No need to fart~"

Before the little girl started writing, she even made a show of it, but there was no way to stop her from writing with such carefree abandon.

It was taught by my second elder brother by Daming Lake; it can't be as casual as when I wrote it for my son and second elder brother.

Otherwise, if it looks too bad, the little girl will always feel that she has embarrassed her second brother by Daming Lake.

"Phew~"

After the little girl prepared herself in a serious manner, she straightened her back, raised her little hands, and began to write carefully, stroke by stroke:

Second brother, have you eaten any big chicken legs? Sisi ate so many delicious big chicken legs at the teacher's place.

As she wrote this, Helian Si stopped writing again, her rosy cheeks and delicate brows furrowing like caterpillars.

Her grape-like, moist eyes stared at the words on the pristine white rice paper, but something just didn't seem right.

The little one's darling was even more upset. Why, why? Sisi clearly had so much to say to her second brother!

Why do I feel so uncomfortable after writing just a little bit?

"Awoo..."

Helian Mou Sisi was so depressed that she put down the little calligraphy brush in her hand.

She would pick up the sheet of rice paper in front of her, crumple it into a ball, and haphazardly stuff it into her cute little cloth bag.

Her rosy little face, with her cheeks puffed out, rested listlessly on her little hands.

Her grape-like, moist eyes watched the rain pattering down outside the window, her curled eyelashes fluttering, and she felt a pang of sadness.

Could this be the legendary story of Sisi's love for her second brother remaining unspoken?

Helian You noticed the little girl's actions, turned his head in confusion, and glanced at Helian Si, who was slumped over the small desk.

With her fair, round face and slightly furrowed brows, what's wrong, little princess? Have you finished writing the letter to your second brother?

Thinking of this, Helian You's brows furrowed even more. His little princess had finished writing.

But I didn't see it myself, so besides bringing my little princess a big pig's trotter and some sweet candy tomorrow, what else should I bring her?

Fortunately, Helian You's little troubles as a six-year-old didn't last long, because the little girl lying on her desk...

She straightened her back and sat up again, picked up her little brush again, took a sheet of clean white rice paper, and began to write carefully:

Second brother, Sisi misses you so much! Sisi also misses Aunt Lian and Sister Yue'er. Second brother, Sisi is waiting for you to come and take Sisi back home.

—My second brother's adorable little Sisi.

After finishing writing, Sisi carefully proofread it again, checking for any typos and finding the writing to be fairly neat.

The little girl finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whew, thank goodness, Sisi didn't embarrass her second brother.

The rain outside the lecture hall was pouring down, and the wind was howling, but inside, Sisi's heart was unusually calm.

She wasn't in a hurry; she sat up straight, her grape-like, moist eyes fixed on the lines of characters on the rice paper.

The usually energetic and lively girl was now patiently waiting for the ink on the rice paper to dry completely. Once the ink was dry...

The little girl then carefully folded the rice paper and put it into her cute little cloth bag.

Hmm, I'll give it to the teacher later and ask him to help deliver the letter to the eldest and second princes.

After thinking it over, the little girl patted her cute little cloth bag with her little hands, and said, "Okay, that's the decision."