"We've run into each other a few times, but we haven't had much conversation. We're both busy," Sister Nan Feng said.
Indeed, both of them were busy, so Sister Nan Feng thought Wenxuan must also be very busy.
Moreover, apart from that reading meeting at the Business Association, Wenxuan did not make a point of looking for her.
"That boy truly has promise – I went to wash clothes by the river a couple of days ago, do you know what his mother said? She assured that Wenxuan will surely pass the examination with high honors, and even marry a princess afterwards! My goodness, what a bold prediction! Who would say that a princess would fall for a simple villager like him?"
Sister Nan Feng laughed, "His mother just said it out of hope, Wenxuan may not share the same sentiment. I think he has grown up a lot, he doesn't act high and mighty like he did back in Daping Village."
"Such is a scholar!" Aqiu shook her head, resuming her sewing of the small shoes.
