Song Yaohua looked at his beloved younger sister's shy expression and felt utterly hopeless.

Is his sister really going to be taken away?

That despicable Zhou Zan!

The workers looked at this one and that one, realized what was going on, and covered their mouths to chuckle.

Song Fanxing picked up the watermelon rinds and put them in her basket, intending to take them to feed the pigs.

Zhou Zan followed behind her.

Watermelon rinds were limited, and only a few pigs managed to get some.

Zhou Zan suddenly spoke up: "Xingxing, I'm here. Aren't you happy?"

Song Fanxing was taken aback. Was she unhappy?

No, she was very happy.

But he said aloud, "What's there to be happy about?"

Zhou Zan was heartbroken. "Don't you want to see me? We haven't seen each other for half a year. Don't you miss me? I miss you so much, so very much... I wish I could fly to you."

Zhou Zan poured out his longing for Song Fanxing without reservation.

"You don't even miss me, Xingxing, I'm so sad..."

Song Fanxing couldn't bear to see him looking so wronged.

She softened her voice and said, "Alright, alright, you're a grown man, always saying those cheesy things, like 'whether you want to or not,' it's so embarrassing."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid. If I could, I'd even like to take my heart out and show it to you, to show you how much I love you."

Song Fanxing suddenly reached out and covered his mouth.

"Stop talking."

Her soft, delicate palm touched Zhou Zan's lips, his throat tightened, and he involuntarily kissed her palm.

Instantly, Song Fanxing felt her palms burning, and this heat spread to her face... her whole body.