"My name is Zhiming. My dad named me that hoping our family shop would prosper like me. But I didn't pass the college entrance exam last year, so I had to come back to help run the shop. Our business isn't good; in almost two months, you two are the only ones willing to stay over."
A well-named farmhouse, with tranquil surroundings, where you can sit and listen to frogs and watch the stars. Qian looked at Yu Minglang's guilty face. What she wanted most now was to punch him into a star, so his eyes would be full of twinkle, twinkle, little stars!
The warm picture in Yu Minglang's mind, of sitting in the quiet courtyard of the mountains with Qian, holding her small hand, shattered.
After eating the carefully prepared farmhouse dishes made by the boss, Qian went back to the guest room. Yu Minglang beckoned her with his finger, and he happily followed, thinking Qian had forgiven him.
