The horse pen was very quiet for a moment; even the sweat-blood precious horse seemed to sense the overly calm atmosphere and kicked its hooves.
Ling Hua, acting completely serious, nonsensically said to Yan Qing, "This is not a bad name; consider it carefully, isn't it an excellent name?"
Yan Qing, unable to tolerate it any longer, "I don't think so."
Qinghua, is this how it's explained?
Ling Hua wore a "you don't understand" expression, "I think the name is faultless."
Yan Qing, with a half-smile, pointed out her intentions directly, not giving her any chance to argue, "You took a character from my name and one from yours, what is your motive?"
Ling Hua: "…"
Ah, this fiancé of hers was not easy to deceive.
She felt deflated, "My knowledge is limited, I could only think of these two characters. Maybe you should come up with a name! After all, it's your horse, and you'll ride it."
Yan Qing didn't reply, but waved her off, "It's getting late, you should go back!"
