Hearing the pain in Luo Zhiyong's heart, Fang Pingying smiled faintly, leaning into his embrace and said with a smile, "It was not too bad, people from that era were all like that."
"Not really, my two younger sisters were not like that. Although Hong Lan did some household chores over the years, she didn't need to do any farming work outside, and physical labor like carrying grain should absolutely not be required of a young girl. I never knew about these things before," Luo Zhiyong said, unconsciously stroking Fang Pingying's shoulder with his right hand. He somewhat regretted not having known her earlier.
Fang Pingying smiled, looking up at him and raising her eyebrows playfully, "Even if you had known, could you really have helped me? The old you probably wouldn't have given me a second glance."
"Nonsense, how could I not admire you?" Luo Zhiyong said, and purposely scowled at her.
