A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
"Don't you wish you'd had more time with her?"
"Too much of a good thing can be a problem too."
"Those toothbrushes you made... I'd like one."
Fan Xian was a little surprised. He hadn't expected such a demand from her. He forced a smile. "As far as I know, they sell them on Xiushui Street."
Haitang smiled. "Not the ones you make."
"You're too kind."
"I never thought that the son of a noble family like you would care about such things." Haitang looked at Fan Xian as if she were trying to see him anew.
Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes. "You clearly don't know much about me."
Haitang was silent for a moment. "But I do know that you're going home after the Empress Dowager's birthday," she said. "What are you going to do about the promise you made to me?"
There was a look of reluctance in Fan Xian's eyes. "Let me sleep on it, and I'll come talk to you later."
Haitang frowned. "Very well."