"Why is that?"
Gu Jinghui was puzzled.
This was something he caught together with her.
They'd busied themselves for half the night, had barely enjoyed it, and now she was already thinking of gifting it away?
The flickering glow in this room was tranquil and lovely; he couldn't bear to part with it.
Qin Yuan spoke softly, "I thought Sixteen and Seventh Sister might like it too, and we should send one to Mother as well."
Gu Jinghui grumbled unwillingly, "Let them catch their own. Or have Sixteen take someone to get more."
Qin Yuan coaxed, "If Sixteen and Mr. Songshan enjoy the lanterns together, perhaps it'll stir Mr. Songshan's poetic spirit. After all, there's that saying about the Autumn Wind Firefly Garden and Spring Grass Cockfighting Platform."
