After finishing, Luo Qianqian bid farewell to Elder Deng, agreeing to visit again next month. As they left the Close Courtyard, Tang Tianyi frowned, full of confusion.
"Qhianqhian..."
Luo Qianqian raised her hand to stop him: "Fate will bring us together." No fate? Then create it!
Too enthusiastic, not like the friendship of a gentleman as calm as water?
Moreover, she wasn't about to ruin future opportunities because of one reckless act.
In December, it got even colder, but in the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Luo Qianqian arrived once more at the entrance of the Close Courtyard, as promised, holding two baked sweet potatoes she bought at the street corner. She was carrying a smaller one in her hand, happily sharing it with Tang Tianyi.
