The sound of firecrackers had not yet ceased, and the crowd, standing at a distance, didn't clearly hear what she said.
Uncle Wei observed and nodded in satisfaction.
He thought that Yu Tingwan must be reminding something.
With fewer rules in the countryside and Wei Zhao's fragile health, Yu Tingwan was worried about him catching cold, showing she was a considerate child.
Wei Zhao heard it, though, and he had never met someone as audacious in speech as Yu Tingwan.
The girl's eyes were clear, and whatever was on her mind was written on her face, even if she was indulging in words of affection without care.
But besides applying medicine, she did not overstep any boundaries with him.
Having listened for so long, Wei Zhao was used to it and didn't mind.
The girls from the Capital were genteel and well-spoken, yet those from high-status families were skilled in calculation, hiding their true thoughts beneath a facade.
In comparison, Yu Tingwan was genuine.
