But when she saw the girl she had played with since childhood, now with cheeks gray-black, secretly bringing 'good things' to her, even though she could have remained cold and never see her again, she couldn't find the words to refuse.
So during those days, the young first of the Dongfang Clan, whose status was only below a few Elders, would sit shoulder to shoulder with a little girl dressed like a maid, nibbling on the snacks. The collision of teeth with the pastries made sounds akin to wood rubbing, and her cheeks grew sore.
"Is it delicious?"
"Mhm."
"Is it a bit too hard?"
"...No."
The once young girl thought deeply and then seriously said to Dongfang Ximing: 'I've added enough sugar, and it's cooked well. There are no pieces of eggshell inside, and there's sugar outside the pastries too, they're also cooked well, and no shells, so there's no problem.'
The aloof woman turned her back to Bi Tong'er, and slightly smiled, also turning her back on the curious Dongfang Ximing.
