Meng Zhuqing did not look at the kites in the courtyard, but at Tobanya, at her cold and stunning profile, and said softly, "Whichever you think is the best, choose that one."
"Then this one," Tobanya said as she walked over to a swallow kite, picked it up, and showed it to Meng Zhuqing.
Meng Zhuqing remembered this swallow kite; they had made it together.
Meng Zhuqing's heart ought to feel sweet, yet for some reason, it also felt painfully tight; nevertheless, he nodded and said, "Hmm."
"Let's go fly it," Tobanya said, taking the lead with the swallow kite in hand.
Meng Zhuqing hurried to follow.
They did not leave King Sheng's mansion but chose to fly it there on the vast grounds of the mansion. There was a large open space inside, where Tobanya had planned to place a rockery in the center and dig a pond, yet the ground had not been broken.
Tobanya did not fly the kite herself but had Meng Zhuqing do it.
Meng Zhuqing flew the kite very high, very high.
