Sure, here is the translation:
Bai Lun was still wearing his Deer Horn Hat, making him look even more adorable.
These days, under his mother Wu Jie's request, he had been resting, neglecting his riding and hunting, thus growing much sturdier.
He seemed strong like Rui.
Especially wrapped in the fluffy fox fur cloak, he looked like a sticky rice dumpling.
Unfortunately, the gaze of this sticky rice dumpling was much more composed, unlike Rui's innocence.
He was holding a clay vessel, inside which there were many birds on the soft pine leaves.
"Miss Ruan, this is for you."
It turned out to be a gift for them.
Ruan Mian took it and politely said, "You went to great trouble to make this trip, right. Where is your Little Deer?"
Last time when he was in danger, the two Little Deer they had rescued came looking for him.
