Pei Qian awoke with a start early in the morning, hurriedly got dressed, and opened the front door to check outside. Finding Fang Liuming had not yet arrived, she pursed her lips and went to wash up, boil a kettle of hot water, and start cooking the rice porridge.
Fang Liuming slowly approached with a heavy gait, standing at the doorway. He clenched his fist, walked up, and knocked on the door.
Hearing the knock, Pei Qian immediately set down what she was doing and ran out. Seeing that he had indeed come, a look of satisfaction appeared on her face, "You've really come, so have you made up your mind?"
"… Yes," Fang Liuming replied hoarsely, looking at her tender youthful face with bitterness in his heart, "Cousin has been very kind to me and helped me a lot. I should repay this kindness. So… so…"
"So you're here to ask for my hand in marriage, right?" Pei Qian finished for him.
