"There's nothing much to see," said Jiang Li with a gentle and modest smile which betrayed no hint of her recent face-off with Jih Heng. She said, "I have seen this story many times, and it's too tragic. It's Mid-Autumn Festival today; I don't wish to be saddened."
Kong Liu suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, "Right, right, indeed."
Jih Heng stood with his arms folded at the carved balustrade, amusedly watching Jiang Li skillfully handle Kong Liu's banter. She was a young lady capable of changing her face, and she did it quite well.
His gaze then swept over Little Peach Red, who was still ceaselessly singing on the stage, pondering to himself which one she truly loved or hated.
It probably wasn't Zhou Yanbang.
...
Dealing with someone straightforward like Kong Liu was much more relaxing than engaging with Jih Heng. Even that smiling, bearded goat trying to tease words out of Jiang Li seemed easier to handle than Jih Heng.