"On the first day of the month, we should eat chicken, and on the fifteenth, we should eat duck, but before they could choose, they started fighting..."
As he walked on the road home, Yu Ziqing hummed out of tune.
"Why did they start fighting?" Cece politely asked.
Yu Ziqing continued his song.
"Why did they fight? Because the fifteenth is a fine day indeed."
Yu Ziqing hummed and hawed, his tuneless hum wandering without a melody.
Leaving Almsgiving Town, Yu Ziqing sauntered towards home, in no rush on the journey, much like a pampered young master out for a stroll with his maid on a sunny day.
Although, on the Wilderness, there was hardly any green to be seen.
