However, after the cart had travelled some way, Yego still said, "Nini was my sister. She's no longer in this world. That painting was drawn by her for me when I was seventeen."
A pang of sorrow hit Nan Feng, she immediately reached out to comfort Yego, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay," Yego said, grasping Nan Feng's hand.
Not many people went to Qingshui Town. Nan Feng wanted to distract Yego, so she suggested, "Why don't you teach me how to drive the cart? I might want to have one of my own someday."
Few women around here drove carts; most ladies would hire a chauffeur. But Yego had seen the world, and found nothing surprising about women driving carts or even riding horses.
"Alright. When we get to a relatively flat road ahead, I'll teach you," Yego said.
Nan Feng thought Yego was thoughtful. The current path was winding and somewhat bumpy, but the next stretch was smoother.
