The girl beside him lowered her head and looked unhappy. Cen Juan saw it and did not ask.
He walked with her for a while and was tired. The two of them sat on an empty bench. Cen Juan took out a stick of candied haws from his pocket and handed it to her.
The man lowered his eyes slightly. His eyes looked even more beautiful under the night sky. His voice was low, lazy, and gentle." Do you want it?"
Fu Ting took it, peeled off the transparent wrapper, took a bite of hawthorn, and said slowly," I'm not happy."
Cen Juan leaned closer to her and placed his arm behind Fu Ting's shoulder. He leaned over to look at her, and his gentleness was just right." Why aren't you happy?""
Fu Ting felt as if she was wrapped in his arms. The man's refreshing and pleasant scent made her feel very comfortable.
Fu Ting looked back at him. Her voice was gentle." I want a hug.""
