3 years passed.
Wang Xiao was currently outside with Xiao Yun. They were wandering the streets of the village and taking in the view.
Every villager who saw them greeted them with a smile.
"Brother Wang, doesn't that flower look pretty?" Xiao Yun pointed at a flower on the root of a tree.
Wang Xiao nonchalantly responded, "Sure."
Xiao Yun pouted, she grabbed Wang Xiao's arm and kissed his cheek.
Wang Xiao was stunned, he hurriedly pushed Xiao Yun away and said, "What are you doing?" This was the first time Xiao Yun had ever done something like this.
"Mother said we will get married in the future, what does a small kiss on the cheek matter?" Xiao Yun hurriedly explained while blushing, even though she did not know why she did it out of impulse.
Wang Xiao was suddenly reminded of Xiao Fei, a person who he did not know anything about, he only felt sorrowful and guilty towards her.
"It does matt-" Wang Xiao was cut off mid-sentence by a cold snort.
