Lin Qiao thought about the scene of the two sitting on horseback, shook her head, fearing she might sound too harsh in her refusal and explained, "I've never ridden a horse, I'm a bit scared."
"Don't be afraid, you won't fall."
Song Tingfan saw she wanted to say more and added, "Are you distancing yourself from me?" After speaking, his expression turned slightly sad.
How could she dare to be distant? Lin Qiao shook her hand repeatedly, "No."
"Then let's ride together."
"..."
They hesitated for a moment, and Lin Qiao ultimately agreed. Riding wasn't that bad, and her rear wouldn't get sores.
Song Tingfan's lips curled up slightly, and his steps halved in size.
"Lady Song, where are you heading?" A cheerful uncle selling vegetables on the street greeted them warmly.
Lin Qiao had been selling things on the street for several years, naturally getting familiar with them. "Going home for two days, Uncle Wang, it's sunny here. You can set up at my shop front."
