Xiao Changyi had gone off to join the army when both Lin Anjing and Shi Xiaolan were already ten years old, so even though he had not seen Shi Xiaolan since then, Xiao Changyi still had some impression of her.
"Hmm," Xiao Changyi nodded slightly, "everyone shares the same surname as you." After a pause, he asked, "An Village isn't far, just across the river from the village. Do you want to go see her?"
An Jing shook her head, "No need. She's her friend, not mine. I'm just a bit emotional." She sighed, "If it's fated, we'll meet in the future; if not, then let it be."
There was no sense in forcing anything.
It wasn't until Xiao Changyi carried her back to the thatched cottage that An Jing spoke again, "It seems we won't have any guests for our wedding the day after tomorrow."
"Mm." Xiao Changyi settled her onto the bench in the main room.
An Jing looked at him for a long while before tentatively asking, "Your mother's side... Shouldn't we inform them?"
