"Jin'er... can't you truly understand my feelings?"
Luo Song's deep affection in his gaze wasn't concealed at all, as he looked steadily at Hua Jin. The warmth in his eyes seemed able to melt everything, excessively scorching.
"What feelings? Brother Luo Song, Jin'er has always been foolish and doesn't understand your meaning. I really have something to do, let's part ways here." Hua Jin pretended to be ignorant.
"Jin'er, you've been of age for almost a year now," Luo Song looked at Hua Jin helplessly.
He knew it would be like this.
"Yes, I know, I've grown a year older, also a year more aged."
"But in the village, girls your age have either found someone or have already married. Jin'er, you..." Speaking up to this point, Luo Song couldn't help but feel nervous, grasping his palm tightly. Even so, he still intently watched Hua Jin, "…you… have no thoughts about your lifelong matters, no expectations for your other half..."
Hua Jin: "..."
