"Half a year, a year?" An Youyou pondered.
An Ji's face changed.
He clearly couldn't accept not seeing An Youyou for such a long time.
"I'm still young, aren't I? I'm only fifteen, just reached the age of marriage, it's not so urgent," An Youyou muttered.
"But I'm eighteen." An Ji was somewhat excited.
"Eighteen is quite young too. Look at my father, he's thirty-eight, yet still going strong. Maybe soon I'll have more siblings."
"...Do you want me to wait twenty years?" An Ji looked distraught.
An Youyou couldn't help but burst out laughing.
She held An Ji's hand, "Of course not, half a year to a year is enough."
Half a year to a year should be enough to persuade her father and mother.
"But An Ji." An Youyou looked serious.
"Hmm."
