"I'm supposed to sleep now? Do you think I'm a pig?"
"What the heck, scaring people with that trick every time. You think you're so great just because you're tall?"
"I'm not afraid of you, I just can't be bothered!"
Tang Xiaowan returned to her room with a hint of complaint.
She lay on the lounge chair, flipping open the diary she had brought back from Mei Garden. After reading it several times, she also tucked those four handwritten cards into it.
The material and size of the cards were identical, only the contents varied.
Card 1: "The lotus blossoms are barely peeping out, and already a dragonfly perches atop."
Card 2: "Through a sea of flowers, not a leaf clings to him."
Card 3: "Mountains of books have paths with diligence as the travel; seas of learning are boundless, with perseverance as the vessel."
Card 4: "Plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold."
