Evening.
Just as Fang Han stepped through the courtyard gate, a tiny figure, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, came flying over with a PATTER PATTER PATTER and threw herself around his leg.
"Brother, brother!"
Fang Ying tilted her little face up, her eyes sparkling with excitement as her little mouth chattered away eagerly.
"Inside, inside, there are loooots and lots of shiny rocks! So shiny!"
Still only able to count to ten, she tried her best to spread her short arms wide, gesturing to convey the concept of "a lot." Her little face was filled with the excitement and pride of someone who had just discovered a treasure.
Fang Han smiled, bent down, and easily scooped his little sister up, giving her a little bounce.
"Does Xiaoying like those shiny rocks?"
"I do!" Fang Ying nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around her brother's neck. Then she added in a small voice, "Mother said I can't touch them, so Xiaoying only looked. I didn't touch, okay!"
