Qin Jin readily agreed, "Okay." As long as she was willing to talk to him, he would do anything she asked.
The next day, Qin Jin handed the money from selling the goji berries over to Li Qiao, "One yuan and fifty cents per jin, altogether ten jin."
Li Qiao took the money and left.
Qin Jin asked, "Are you still mad at me?"
"Temporarily forgiving you," Li Qiao said. Short hands, soft mouth; after bothering him for a few days, she felt it was enough.
Qin Jin couldn't contain his joy, "Will you return home to stay?" His grandmother constantly asked him why he insisted on staying at school.
The weather was so cold, and there might even be sleet in the next day or two. If she were to fall outside, it would be terrible.
