Quan Jingwu held nineteen's hand in one and carried a KFC family bucket in the other.
"Quan Jingwu, although I still find you really annoying," Chu Yihen said, looking at him with a corner of his mouth revealing a smile of resignation, "I wish you happiness, and this time I mean it!"
Fighting since childhood, he was also tired.
He had never had a true friend, but it was worth a try.
Dark eyes met purple ones, and unseen, certain matters dissipated into smoke.
"Uncle said if you're upset, you should have some mung bean jelly!" Nineteen cut in with a clever remark, her milky voice breaking the delicate atmosphere.
Chu Yihen chuckled lightly, and Quan Jingwu's lips curved into a smile, their radiant grins outshining the fierce sun and brilliant sky.
Lately, Jian Qing had a bit of a headache.
The biggest reason was the two little treasures.
