Saturday.
It was just beginning to dawn, with only a glimmer of fish-belly white appearing in the east, when Qin Guanglin and He Fang were already in the car, embarking on their journey back to Luo City with a trunk half-full of books.
Every visit brought new progress, and he was already satisfied. He didn't care that he hadn't received the dowry list yet. As He Fang had said, the wedding wasn't until next year, so why rush now.
Although he had just bought a house and didn't have much money left, he'd find a way to gather enough for the bride price within the year, unless her father demanded an exorbitant dowry just to make things difficult for him.
"Do you think your dad will ask for a lot for the dowry?"
"How would I know."
"Take a guess."
"..."
He Fang had grown accustomed to his superstitious beliefs about fortune-telling and automatically blocked out anything related to 'calculating', half-squinting her eyes as she leaned back in her seat to rest.
