Tuan Tuan saw the kid opposite their table splattering his face with ice-cream, his mother chuckling and wiping it off the corner of her little sweetheart's mouth—his heart ached with longing at the scene.
He took a peek at Lin Nuan and felt a sinking feeling inside… he, too, had ice cream splattered all over his face.
When Tuan Tuan dropped his head to take another scoop of ice cream, a soft, slender finger suddenly grasped his head.
He looked up and saw Lin Nuan wipe his mouth gently with a handkerchief.
"Eat slower… look at the mess on your face." Lin Nuan's voice sounded so lovely, just like the first time he heard it on the radio station. It was so soft—soft enough to make people feel fuzzy inside.
"Okay!" Tuan Tuan nodded. But he didn't want to eat slower. He liked the way Lin Nuan gently wiped the corner of his mouth when he made a huge mess on his face. It felt like a mother was lovingly adoring him.
