In that era, the people who could afford cars were extremely rare, and they had to be either influential or wealthy.
As soon as An Hao saw the car, she knew it was Qin Jian's. Wasn't he here for a New Year's visit to relatives? Why did he leave so soon?
Qin Jian was sitting in the car, looking from side to side.
The marketplace in the town was always set up along the roadside, so one had to pass through it to get anywhere.
Through the car window, he happened to see An Hao selling goods by the roadside. Remembering the tangy and delicious candied haws from the other day, Qin Jian felt a slight stirring in his heart and stopped the car.
It was hard to describe exactly what he was feeling, but he headed straight for the place where An Hao was selling those candied haws.
Song Yueqin was talking to An Hao. Seeing An Hao's gaze drift across the street, she grew curious and followed the gaze, only to see a tall and magnificent man walking toward them.
