It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such leisure, returning home on family visits had always been a rush, and he had never spent time wandering around the village.
Moreover, he knew An Hao's home was at the eastern end of the village; he simply took it as a walk and headed there.
As he passed by a house along the road, he saw a candlelight flickering in a window, and a soft, low voice reading aloud reached his ears.
"Beiming has a fish, its name is Kun..."
The voice was very familiar and pleasant to listen to, soft yet strong and resonant.
It was An Hao's voice.
Qin Jian stood in the fine spring rain, listening to An Hao reciting her book, and a faint smile gradually lifted the corners of his mouth.
After a while, the reading stopped abruptly.
The light in the house went out, and just as Qin Jian was about to leave, the door suddenly opened, and An Hao came out with a water bucket in hand.
Qin Jian was slightly startled, and An Hao also paused in surprise.
