The bright and clean windowsill now had two tender green sprouts. ——just as in her previous life, Xiaogua and Xiaodou had hatched together.
Han Jiaojiao, arm in arm with Han Yi, pointed at them and said, "This one is Xiaogua, and this one is Xiaodou."
She pointed at the white sprout next, affectionately saying, "What should we call this white one, brother? Let's give it a name quickly."
"Xiaobai?"
"That's a bit common."
"Snowball?"
"No, that's not good. Don't use the word 'snow'." It would remind her of Su Xue.
Han Jiaojiao, propping her chin, focused intently on the two pots of young plants, her eyes sparkling with light that danced around. Han Yi felt like he wanted to kiss her again. And then, he did.
At the end of the kiss, Han Jiaojiao, panting, lifted her head from his embrace and said with a smile, "I've got it. How about Cotton Candy? It's white and soft just like cotton candy."
In Han Yi's eyes, there was nothing but adoration and affection as he said, "Good."
