With a coat hanging from his arm and his hands in his pockets, Song Wenchuan smiled and followed behind Song Yaoyao.
He had never seen this lively side of her. In the past, she had always been timid with low self-esteem.
Even when he spoke to her occasionally, she would blush in fear.
"It's so lively here!" Song Yaoyao skipped around the square expressing her joy without feeling embarrassed. Next to her, there was a girl holding a small basket of glowing headbands.
There were devil's horns, stars...etc.
Song Yaoyao crouched down and did not move. She turned her head and pointed to the headbands.
Looking at her cute expression, Song Wenchuan raised an eyebrow and snickered evilly, "Do you want it? Call me big brother and I'll buy it for you."
"Hmph!"
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone. "I can buy it myself! I have money!"
Sigh—
