Yan Qingqing saw Song Tian looking at her and immediately took a liking to this man whom she was supposed to call "brother." He was clean, tall, and had a high level of education—the very type of man little girls admire.
Just as Song Tian was about to greet her and ask her to sit next to him, he saw Yan Jiaming, clad in a bright red bridal dress, hurrying outside.
Her appearance in that red wedding attire with a decorative headdress brought to mind the time when he was in the village and fucked the virgin bride Lu Xiaojie. There's something special about doing a bride, he thought.
Moved by the idea, Song Tian gestured to Yan Qingqing to wait a moment, then stood up and followed Yan Jiaming.
"Mrs. Ming, what's the hurry?" asked Song Tian.
This address of "Mrs. Ming" sent a shiver through Yan Jiaming's heart, and memories of the previous days surged forward.