"Ye Sheng Gege, look, this is the clay doll Grandpa gave me."
One of the girls took out a clay figure and handed it to Song Yan.
From their earlier laughter and chatter, Song Yan knew that her name was Xie Chan, and she was Xie Xing's granddaughter.
Xie Chuan took over the conversation, speaking of the sword-wielding old man in front, his eyes full of admiration and respect: "Grandpa Xie Xing is a swordsman, he's really amazing."
For some reason, when Xie Chan showed the clay doll to Song Yan, Xie Xing in front looked back.
Inside the carriage, boys and girls laughed and played, a stark contrast to Xie Xing's tense vigilance outside.
"This clay doll is so exquisite."
Song Yan carefully took it, holding it in his hand to observe.
Xiao He in his sleeve also became interested, hiding in the sleeve and peeking at the clay figure through the gap near Song Yan's wrist.
She loved these handmade little trinkets.
