Seeing her daughter Xiao Ya's shy demeanour, Xiao Ya's mother couldn't help but smile slightly. How could she not understand her own daughter?
Everyone grows up, everyone yearns for romantic relationships, just like the old saying, "Which boy isn't affectionate? Which girl doesn't harbor romantic thoughts?" As one ages, one inevitably wants someone to share life with, someone incomparable to parents or friends, someone who can give you a sense of security and warmth.
"Yaer, mom can tell, that boy has feelings for you, and you seem to think well of him. If you really think he's good, give him a chance to be together, get to know each other, it may turn out to be a great relationship. You must seize it!" Xiao Ya's mother said with a smile.
"Mom, I'm not talking about this anymore, I'm going to fetch water for you to wash your face!" Xiao Ya's cheeks reddened slightly as she quickly walked away.
