Xiao Xiao reclines in a chair, hand resting on his forehead, eyes half-open. Above, branches intertwine, filtering the sunlight. White plum blossoms, translucent and fragrant, fill the air. A sleeve falls nearby. In the yard, the梧桐 trees hold a chorus of chirps and coos, occasionally punctuated by a giggle-like sound, strangely eerie. A soft touch on his face brings a smile. He muses: Unknowingly, the yard has become so lively. It's time for a tea party.