Self-Inflicted Sentimentality

Afraid of her rejection, Han Jing quickly said, “Don’t worry, I understand what you mean. I won’t say those things until I am capable. You said we can be friends, right? And there will be many people there that day.”

Many people...

Those who could invite him must be from noble families.

Undeniably, Xie Wan felt a little tempted.

However, this silly boy wore all his thoughts on his face, making it impossible for her to deceive him without feeling guilty. Saying “okay” would be a lie.

In this world, the rarest thing is not exotic treasures but an innocent heart. Although it would eventually change, at least she didn’t want to be the reason for that change.

Xie Wan sighed and turned to Rushi. “You and the coachman, go ahead and wait for me up front.”

Rushi glanced at Han Jing upon hearing this and obeyed.

After Rushi and the coachman left, only Xie Wan and Han Jing remained in the alley.