"Brother Molian, Brother Molian, come and see this gift!"
With her elder brother's voice ringing near her ear like he was presenting a precious treasure, Lin Caisang returned to her room with a deep frown, pretending... she hadn't heard a thing.
...
At the same time, after hearing the voice in the yard, Zhe Jue entered after only knocking on the door a few times. He barely glanced at his master before leaving in a flash.
Ya Molian rose from his seat and came out of his room. He was greeted by Lin Changhong who was grinning and staring at him intently.
"What gift? What are you holding?" He asked.
"I don't know either."
Following Ya Molian's gaze, Lin Changhong lifted the painting in his hand to his line of vision.
"Sangsang gave it to me and told me to deliver it to you. I don't know what it is, Brother Molian. Shall I unwrap it and take a look?" As he said this, he raised his other hand to unwrap the gift.
