The next morning, the sun rose as usual.
The Zhang family were all preparing for the spring ploughing, and Zhang Xiaolong was clearly absent-minded. He looked at Liu Qian from time to time, but she acted as if nothing had happened. Liu Qian's composure made Zhang Xiaolong's heart even more uneasy, so he finally took the opportunity to pull her aside and asked softly, "What do you plan to do in your heart?"
Liu Qian seemed to be teasing him a bit and said with a smile, "What do you mean by 'what to do'?"
Zhang Xiaolong was a bit unhappy and said, "I mean your father coming to pick you up. Are you planning to go back to your own home?"
Liu Qian said, "Yes, my father is coming to pick me up, so naturally, I have to go back to my own home."
