Yun Qi was practicing calligraphy in the study. She came in with tea and put it aside. She moved a stool and put it in front of Yun Qi's desk. She sat in front of the desk with her head in her left hand and watched Yun Qi practice calligraphy. Yun Qi pretended to be a different person and practiced leisurely. He only accidentally looked up at her while changing the rice paper. Her eyes were dull and she seemed to be in a daze. Yun Qi picked up the brush and drew a line on her face. She didn't block it and just glanced at him. Yun Qi became curious and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
She had always been honest with Yun Qi and sighed softly: "Today I heard Sister Tao and Sister Tang discussing marriage, saying that girls will eventually get married, but Master, what is marriage?"
Yun Qi thought for a moment and said: "The so-called marriage means to live and die with a man for the rest of your life and never leave him."
She looked at Yun Qi with wide eyes and doubts. Suddenly, she smiled happily and said, "Then am I married to the master now?" Yun Qi's pen tip paused, noncommittal.
No, you can't eat mice. You can't eat mice.