Shen Zhihua, after listening, found himself speechless.
An Hao's words meant she was not interested in him that way, his affection unanswered, his intentions unreciprocated.
Shen Zhihua's heart sank a bit, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, an indescribable taste lingering before he even had the chance to speak; being rejected like that isn't easy to take.
"Class leader?" An Hao, seeing that he wasn't speaking, gently called out to him.
Had she really shattered his confidence that badly?
"Ah... you go back, I'm leaving!" With that, he left somewhat awkwardly.
*
Saturday, early morning.
An Hao arrived early at the prearranged meeting place at the entrance of the village. In a little while, the other three people arrived one after another.
In the village, they used ox carts to travel to the town. Shen Zhihua had arranged for an ox cart in advance, and once everyone had gathered, they set off.