By the time Han Dongchen finished washing up after dinner, he saw Su Xiaowan cutting paper with a focused look. He curiously asked, "What are you cutting paper for?"
Su Xiaowan replied cheerfully, "Oh, these are for seedlings. I'll paste them into small cylinders with glue tomorrow, put some soft soil inside, and then we can start planting."
Han Dongchen couldn't help but noticing the strange slippers Su Xiaowan was wearing. The sight of her tender, smooth feet somehow made his heart flutter. Keeping a poker face, he nodded and advised, "Okay, you go on then. But don't stay up too late, remember to rest early." After finishing his words, he swiftly returned to his study room.
Having returned to his study room, Han Dongchen still found the image of Su Xiaowan's tender feet replaying in his mind. The thought of her soft, white feet stirred him, making him feel increasingly restless and bothered.
