"It's inherent." Xiu Xi answered, faint traces of light flickered beneath his downcast eyelids.
"..." Ruan Jiaojiao.
She didn't know how to respond to that.
"Don't you know yourself?" she asked again.
Just like her, not knowing how she suddenly acquired the golden finger.
Xiu Xi looked at her, hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Still failing to pry any substantial information from him, Ruan Jiaojiao felt a bit disappointed. However, considering the little secrets she herself was hiding, she thought it wasn't a big deal—it's not like everyone doesn't have secrets they can't share, right?
Ruan Jiaojiao was an expert at self-consolation and her mood brightened once again.
She picked up the plump creature circling around her and began kneading it, laughing joyfully.
Xiu Xi watched her, his gaze filled with tenderness.
Before him unconsciously surfaced the scene when he first met her.
