"Bao'er, would you like to go home with Grandpa?" Mr. Hai looked at An'an with anticipation. "Do you remember when you were little, I used to take you to buy candy every day, and your father would always get angry?"
An'an's eyes slowly softened, clearly remembering as well.
"Your father didn't let you eat candy, so I would take you to the command center each time, secretly buying candies and eating them before going home."
"Why have you become so old and ugly?" An'an suddenly spoke, still showing a hint of disdain, but it brought Mr. Hai to tears of excitement.
"Bao'er, did you… did you remember?"
"I remember you would always snatch my candies."
"Ahem…" Mr. Hai lightly coughed in embarrassment, looking exactly like an old child, even a bit shy. "That… that was more than ten years ago. I don't eat candy anymore."
