Nan Feng's heart had completely cooled.
You see, as a girl of this era, she had already taken far too many initiatives.
If the first few confessions were too subtle, then what about this time? Her own father had made a personal appeal on her behalf, and yet he still said he needed to think it over.
Under the weight of her disappointment, memories of the past began to surface in her mind.
She would go to the threshing floor to find Brother Ye, asking him to help her thresh grain.
She would have him take her to the town to sell game.
She suggested, "Brother Ye, how about we go hunting together from now on?"
She asked, "Brother Ye, could you get me a book?"
"Brother Ye, shall we make a Faucet together?"
"Brother Ye, the village is building a reservoir, and the village chief has asked you to join…"
It seemed that in all previous interactions, she was always the initiator.
Brother Ye did not have any other feelings for her at all, just as he had said, only as good friends.
