Films were not a novelty to An Hao; she had watched plenty of them in her previous life.
So when the neighboring village started showing a film, she didn't want to go.
"Yueqin, I won't be going. It's bitterly cold at night, and I don't feel like going out!" An Hao tactfully declined Song Yueqin's invitation.
"Not going?" Song Yueqin's face now bore an unmistakable look of discomfort, and she felt somewhat slighted, "An Hao, what's gotten into you? All I did was make a trip to the city, and since I've been back, you've been giving me the cold shoulder. Why is that? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, and I'll change, won't I?"
An Hao, seeing that Song Yueqin had put it that way, thought that if she really didn't go, once Song Yueqin left her house, who knew what she might say about her.
Oh well, if she had to go, it was just to see a film.
"Alright then. Let's go together tomorrow evening," An Hao agreed reluctantly.