After the crowd dispersed, the area by the stairs returned to silence. Seeing that Sang Zhi remained speechless, Qinyuan and the others assumed she was upset after being slighted. They were racking their brains for ways to console her, but to their surprise, there was no trace of dejection on Sang Zhi’s delicate, fair face. Instead, she peered into the room where the sound of drums echoed, her eyes filled with eager anticipation.
He Mingyue, similar in age to Sang Zhi and spoiled by her family, was at an age where she loved to play. Following the direction of her gaze, she guessed what Sang Zhi was thinking and insisted on dragging her inside to join the games.
"They’re playing 'passing the flower' right now, and later they’ll play musical chairs—you know, five people for four chairs, and whoever doesn't get a seat gets a penalty. They’re even going to dance at the end!"
Chapter 125