Shen Lang fell silent, watching as a tall, well-built man in light blue robes slowly walked in, holding a skewer of bright red candied haws.
He drew closer and said, "I remember you love candied haws, don't you?"
With that, he offered the candied haws to her.
Shen Lang's brow furrowed slightly. She took it with some hesitation, her eyes fixed on the treat, momentarily at a loss for words.
Zuo Yi observed her reaction and frowned in confusion. "Why aren't you eating it?" he asked.
Shen Lang looked up with a smile. "I'm only eight years old. You don't have to treat me like an elder."
Zuo Yi froze for a second before bursting into laughter. "But you truly are my elder."
'Just listen to him. How shameless can you get?'
