Across the small creek, the two Qin sisters returned with tomatoes and a watermelon, then boiled a pot of hot water.
After washing up, the two sisters chatted for a while as usual, then returned to their room.
A few minutes later, the light in the room went out. The two sisters lay on the bed, neither speaking. Only a rose vine, under the cover of the deep night, silently crept out of the house, hugging the base of the wall...
After a long moment, Qin Shi opened her eyes and turned to her sister. "What do you think?"
"It's hard to say." Qin Yi shook her head slightly. "She looks so delicate and doesn't say much, but I've noticed her eyes are always calm. The contradiction is, her actions can sometimes be rather... crude and direct."
Qin Shi gave her an odd look. "You mean when she was planting the sweet potatoes, don't you?"
'That was certainly crude and direct. Not at all like others, who tend to their crops like their own children, as meticulous as can be.'
