Palm open.
Clear plastic packaging.
Inside, a bold shade of orange.
Little Milk Bun's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but lean in a little closer.
The dried apricots enclosed within the packaging were carefully placed into Little Milk Bun's palm.
Fearing that Little Milk Bun might eat too much and feel unwell.
At home, these sour preserved fruits had all been stowed away, with only a set amount given each day.
No one knew where she had hidden one on her person, pleasing someone inconspicuously when no one else was around.
Little Milk Bun looked at the dried apricots in her palm, then raised her head to glance at Tang Yan.
The young man's features had long lost their original harshness, his eyes half-closed, his side profile delicate, the lines of his cheeks soft, his garment's edge resting on the couch, catching the soft golden light.
Little Milk Bun still had her little face all serious.
Have you finally learned your lesson and realized Jinjin is reliable?
