Mo Ziqi saw her looking all pitiful like a daughter-in-law and, although his prankster heart was satisfied, when he saw her wronged appearance, his heart twinged with pity as well. He then said, "I'm going to see Grandfather," and left straight away.
Fei'er pouted and continued practicing her calligraphy with a troubled face. Ah, if only she had known she would come across a nitpicking man like Mo Ziqi, she would have studied her reading and writing diligently with Dad back home. Why now be looked down upon by him or scolded by him, ah!
Resigned, Fei'er picked up her brush again and continued to write. She hadn't written two lines before she heard a giggle behind her like the ringing of silver bells: "Little auntie!"
The newcomer was Mo Ziqi's elder brother Mo Zijing's eldest daughter, the senior miss of the Mo family's younger generation, Mo Shuya. Mo Shuya was twelve this year, one year older than Fei'er, lively and clever by nature, a warm-hearted and adorable girl.
