Xie Feng clenched his fingers into a fist, still refusing to believe, "Sister Song Qi, do you have any difficulties you can't speak of?"
Song Qi saw his persistent demeanor that was like a stubborn plaster that wouldn't come off, feeling increasingly disgusted, "If you can fix the carriage today and let me travel smoothly, we'll still be cousins when we meet in the future. But if you keep pestering me senselessly, our relationship might have to end here."
Xie Feng's eyes turned red completely, his heart feeling like it was being stabbed by knives, waves of pain flooding through.
Back when he was in Ningzhou, he already liked Song Qi. Kids in the countryside didn't have as many rules as those in the city; they liked to gather and play together all the time. He was shy by nature, and every time he saw Song Qi, his face would flush, and he'd stammer, unable to speak, yet he secretly thought about marrying her one day.
