Enough…
Let him not ponder anymore…
This shabby body of his is already unclean, so from now on he should just revert to being an elder brother.
As long as he could be by her side, his heart would be at peace.
But as much as he thought that way, what lingered in his mind were the childhood memories of Xiangxiang, either coquettishly or softly giggling, with her tender, soft call of "Brother."
Perhaps, back in those days, without realizing it, by deeming her as his destined wife when she grew up, his heart had melted too.
Hong Xiangjun was sitting behind Hong Wenbin, her body leaning against his back. Unaware of the various joys and sorrows in Hong Wenbin's heart, she felt simply joyful about their reunion.
But she also had some doubts, "Brother, that person just mentioned a 'Sir.' Who is this Sir? Is it a man or a woman?"
She frowned, and her tone seemed a bit sour.
