"My name is A Wan, what's yours?" The bright-looking girl was attracted by a fragrant aroma. To get a taste of beggar's chicken, she became his little follower. "You're really annoying, can you stop following me? Girls should be graceful, it's proper not to show your teeth when talking." "Hmph, my father said we girls should live freely, what's the point of life if we're bound by these burdensome rules every day." After saying that, she focused all her attention on the beggar's chicken in her hands, her cheeks bulging like a cute little squirrel. The boy, finding her genuine and charming in this moment, thought she was much more pleasing than his pretentious family sisters.
From then on, the two youngsters often sat at the same table; the girl would bring luxurious Furong Cakes and osmanthus desserts from home, while the boy made various mountain delicacies for the girl. Ten years passed in a blink, and they both practiced martial arts, often sparring with each other.
