The little ungrateful one came out of the gift shop, swinging Zhou Jingwei's arm all the way, saying she wanted to eat candied hawthorns.
Zhou Jingwei looked down at her with a smile in his eyes, "Do you want me to buy the candied hawthorns?"
Cheng Weiyue's smile carried an indescribable sweetness as she softly asked, "Then will Mr. Zhou buy them for me?"
She had become much more cheerful than before, nothing like when Zhou Jingwei first saw her in her panic and confusion as she sought shelter from the rain on the roadside.
His eyes couldn't help but soften, filled with tenderness and affection as he gently said, "If my little Yueliang wants them, of course, I can."
The two walked for a long time in Chinatown and finally found a vendor selling candied hawthorns in an inconspicuous corner.
Zhou Jingwei bought up the remaining candied hawthorns and put them in a paper bag.
He held the bag in one hand while holding Cheng Weiyue's with the other as they walked back.