The evening breeze gently ruffled the girl's hair as she giggled and tried to braid Jun Li's long dark hair. He sat on the bench, patiently watching her clumsy but diligent movements. His gaze was full of a gentle smile–as soft and warm as his character.

"Zhong Li, look at that scythe! What do you think what is it?" - she asked, proudly showing off the result of her efforts. The braid was a little crooked, with strands escaping in places, but there was some charming carelessness about it.

"Fine, my smart girl," - he replied, gently stroking her head. The words worked like magic on her. Her eyes lit up, and she got back to work, trying to improve her work.