"Ah, you look really good, much better than on TV."
An Feng's granny held Qi Hao's hand, beaming with satisfaction.
In her simple view, as long as her granddaughter likes him, that's what matters.
Although her daughter married the one she loved back then and it didn't last long, she always felt that life is so long, and if you're with someone you don't like, how agonizing would that be?
She asked An Feng if she truly liked Qi Hao.
To like him purely for who he is, not because of his conditions, not moved by his fervent pursuit.
An Feng's answer was straightforward.
She told her granny that she and Qi Hao were just like in "First Love, This Little Thing," they had secretly liked each other for years. It was just that the conditions were not ripe then, so they didn't get together.
But all these years, they had always had each other in mind, and only recently did they break the ice.
