021 A box of children's books

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The fireworks outside the window burst into bloom, scattering light that illuminated his picturesque features.

The slightly curved peach blossom eyes seemed to contain the entire galaxy, deep and captivating.

Ying Zijin watched him for a while before she slowly took out a tissue from her pocket with a delay and handed it over, "...Sorry."

Fu Yunshen didn't take it.

"It's fine." He bent down and, just like last time, gently patted the girl's head, his movements light, as if he were teasing a kitten, his lips curved in a smile, "Big brother doesn't mind."

The little one was still very well-behaved.

But Ying Zijin was lost in thought, pondering.

It was not until a slender hand waved in front of her and then lightly tapped her forehead that she snapped out of it.

From above her, a chuckle fell.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Ying Zijin returned to her senses, rolled up her sleeves, poured flour into the bowl, and added some water.