"Alright." Since her mother-in-law had said so, An Hao decided to listen to her.
It wouldn't make much difference to wait a little longer anyway.
Hand in hand with Qin Jian, she stood behind Zhang Yun, smiling as she watched her skillfully haggle with the street vendor.
Suddenly, An Hao felt as if she had seen this scene somewhere before.
For a moment, she couldn't quite remember where.
Perhaps she had imagined a scene like this in her mind before?
Simple and unadorned, yet full of a sense of happiness.
An Hao looked around with a smile and suddenly spotted a familiar figure among the bustling crowd.
That familiar figure was none other than Qin Ru Hai—how had he also come to this market?
An Hao was very puzzled.
Qin Jian noticed her slowed pace and turned his head to look at her.