"Grandma, why haven't I seen Jiaojiao?"
"Oh, she went back to Green City," the Old Lady replied casually.
Yi Qinghuan adjusted her sitting posture, turning her body towards the Old Lady, suppressing the pleasure in her heart and trying to keep her voice steady, "I know Jiaojiao is here for school. She must be taking a break for Qingming Festival, going back home like me to pay respects to her ancestors, right?"
"Sort of, she went back to appease her grandpa," the Old Lady took a sip of tea, "With her interceding, her grandpa will soon agree to her and Xiao San's marriage."
"... "
Yi Qinghuan was peeling an orange. At those words, her fingernail sharply cut through like a blade on a wound, slicing several segments of the orange, juice splashing over her hand.
Her eyelid twitched lightly, "Marriage?"
