It was the last night in Seven Apricot.
Ning Fan and Zhihe lied down on a rattan chair under a grape vine, and enjoying the moonlight above the skies.
Ning Fan would leave tomorrow and he did not want to bring Zhihe along.
"Why don't you bring me along? Is it because I am weak and unworthy to be with you?" Zhihe gently put her head towards Ning Fan's shoulder.
"No… because I am too weak, I fear that I do not have the power to protect you…" Ning Fan remorsefully said.
"Brother Fan, you are not weak. Compared to everyone I've seen, you are the strongest…" Little Zhihe comforted him with her silky smooth hand, covering his mouth gently.
Both of them no longer said a word and leaned their heads together while looking at the moon.
