"Don't you wish you'd had more time with her?"
"Too much of a good thing can be a problem too."
"Those toothbrushes you made... I'd like one."
Fan Xian was a little surprised. He hadn't expected such a demand from her. He forced a smile. "As far as I know, they sell them on Xiushui Street."
Haitang smiled. "Not the ones you make."
"You're too kind."
"I never thought that the son of a noble family like you would care about such things." Haitang looked at Fan Xian as if she were trying to see him anew.
Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes. "You clearly don't know much about me."
Haitang was silent for a moment. "But I do know that you're going home after the Empress Dowager's birthday," she said. "What are you going to do about the promise you made to me?"
There was a look of reluctance in Fan Xian's eyes. "Let me sleep on it, and I'll come talk to you later."
Haitang frowned. "Very well."
