She awkwardly tugged at the corner of the quilt, inwardly sighing. For some reason, in front of Iron Hand, her usual tomboyish ways just wouldn't come out, and her whole body felt as if it had gone soft, lacking any strength at all.
Her lips moved as she wanted to say something, but aside from sighing, she seemed capable of nothing else.
"Iron Hand, you go back for the festival, I can go back by myself."
With a raise of his eyebrows, Iron Hand staunchly refused, "Stop arguing! Get up quickly!"
Why so fierce?
Wasn't she doing this for his sake, so he could reunite with his family?
Muttering under her breath in frustration, Ai Lun felt she was just too spineless in front of him. She glanced at him resentfully, and seeing that he still hadn't budged, she murmured softly to herself.
"Otherwise, I might as well go to your home for the festival..."
The words that suddenly escaped her lips startled her.
