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"Ah... this girl's mouth is getting more and more poisonous!"
"If you know it's poisonous, then watch your own mouth! Saying a few less bad things about others won't kill you." An Hao, not deigning to stop and gossip with this sort of person, left after dropping a couple of zingers that choked without claiming a life.
When she got back home, An Hao was somewhat surprised as she entered her small courtyard.
Underneath the peach tree, there was a small square table where, against the setting sun, Qin Jian and An Shuchao were unexpectedly sitting around drinking tea.
An Hao rubbed her eyes, "Am I seeing things? How could you two be together?"
"Take a guess! Anyway, it's good news!" An Shuchao said, beaming at An Hao; he hadn't felt this good in a long time.
"What good news could there be?" An Hao couldn't think of anything at the moment.