While Long Qian Xing and Nan Hua was having a conversation, Nan Luo was sulking at the side with Feng Ao Kuai beside him.
Leaning on the tree, Feng Ao Kuai shook his head. "If you really don't want your sister to get married, you should just tell it to her personally."
"I never say that," Nan Luo grunted.
"You don't have to say it. Your action says it all."
Nan Luo was speechless.
He stood up and kicked the rock beside him. It was clear that he was a bit moody. "It was not like I don't want her to get married at all, but I don't really like the thought of her leaving. Even now, she didn't spend that much time with us and mostly use her time to do some other things…"
Nan Luo was obviously sulking.
For the past few years, he hadn't spent as much time as he wanted to with Nan Hua. While he himself also had things to do, he still wanted to spend more time with Nan Hua.
