Just at that moment, Jing Zhichen stepped forward and began unraveling the riddles one by one for Qin Xin:
"This one refers to the melon ceremony, which describes the coming-of-age ceremony for young women... That one is Wang Anbai's poem, and here the previous line should be 'in the small building listening to the autumn rain overnight'..."
Jing Zhichen casually solved nearly half of the riddles in the room for Qin Xin.
Each riddle corresponds to a small gift.
Behind her, the dorm leader and her friends' hands were becoming weak from holding so many gifts: "Sister Xin, there are so many, which one do you want to pick?"
Qin Xin casually picked up a soft bamboo mask.
A silhouette of a certain man flashed in her mind.
She toyed with it: "I'll take this one."
These soft bamboo masks were rare; she was merely curious to play with it, definitely not wanting to have the same style as a certain man, hmph.
