Little Red Carp was feeling wistful. She wouldn't be able to see that cool, handsome boy anymore.
Mr. Huang had already been discharged, so he wouldn't be coming to the hospital anymore. And as his grandson, the boy wouldn't be coming either.
After helping Hua Yusen wash up and reading him the newspaper, Zhao Nuanyue left with Little Red Carp.
As they passed the lawn, only a single boy with a serious expression was sitting on a bench.
Little Red Carp had been listless, and at first, Zhao Nuanyue didn't know why. But when the little girl saw Leng Che, her face broke into a wide smile. It was only then that Nuanyue understood: she'd been unhappy all morning because she was thinking about his Furong Cake.
Little Red Carp wriggled out of Zhao Nuanyue's arms and trotted over to Leng Che. "Brother Che," she asked with a smile, "I thought you weren't coming!"
