A'man

Ning Chen knew that most girls of the Barbarian Dynasty were straightforward by nature, saying whatever was on their minds, neither coy nor false. When he had heard others speak of it before, he had felt nothing and had even admired it. But once it happened to him, he felt awkward all over.

"A'man."

"Just call me A'man."

"A'man," Ning Chen called. A complicated look flashed through his eyes. She was a good girl, a very good girl. Unfortunately, they were not people who should have crossed paths.

"Is there anyone you like?" Ning Chen asked softly.

A'man gently shook her head. "No."

"Heh." Ning Chen smiled bitterly. "When you have someone you like, you'll understand just how childish what you said today was."

"You won't agree?" A'man did not understand the meaning behind Ning Chen's words, but she understood the rejection in them. Her brows furrowed. "Why?"

"There is no why. If I had to give a reason, it would be that you don't like me, and I don't like you." Ning Chen was unusually patient as he explained.

"Why don't you like me?" A'man's brows drew together even more tightly. Could it be that she was very ugly?

Ning Chen did not know how to answer. Not liking someone was simply not liking them—what reason could there be? Yet he did not want to hurt this pure and forthright girl. After thinking for a moment, he asked instead, "Then do you like me?"

A'man thought for a while. "I don't know. But I know I don't dislike you."

"Heh." Ning Chen did not know whether to laugh or cry. Patiently, he continued, "A'man, don't you really want to understand the Central Plains? Then let me tell you something. In the Central Plains, only people who like each other