Looking at Jian Yichen's complicated expression of 'a gentleman does not take what others like' and 'one must be willing to part with his love,' Jian Ai could not help but laugh. Then, she pointed at her plate and said, "I have one here. Let's each have one!"
It was just a piece of durian pastry. She would not go so far as to snatch it from a child, although she was only fourteen years old.
Jian Yichen looked at Jian Ai for a while before glancing at the durian pastry. In the end, he pursed his lips and probed, "Then… shall we each have one?"
Jian Ai nodded with certainty. "One each."
A childish smile finally appeared on Jian Yichen's arrogant face. He quickly reached out to put the durian pastry on his plate before turning around and running away.
Jian Ai looked at the boy's back and smiled as she shook her head.
…
"Eh, why are you eating durian so early in the morning…"
