Gingerbread turned around abruptly, and snorted indifferently, "No, I'm not angry."

To increase credibility, he stubbornly said, "Why would I be angry? Don't overthink it!"

That's what she said, but her little mouth was pursed into a straight line.

Fen Jue knew perfectly well that the other party was genuinely bothered, so she smiled gently and explained, "It's not that I don't want to eat what you grilled, it's just that I felt it was hard work for you to grill the fish, so I wanted you to eat first."

The firewood crackled and burned, the firelight reflecting on the girl's cheeks, making her fair face even redder.

She looked up and blinked: "Really?"

Fen Jue said solemnly, "One hundred percent true."

"Hmph, then you eat all the fish I grilled!" Gingerbread handed both fish to Fenjue.

Fenjue took one, intending to give the other one to Gingerbread.

She saw the other person's eyebrows furrow.

I was afraid she would get angry.

He hurriedly grabbed both of them.

Gingerbread squinted his eyes, smiling contentedly. He patted Fenjue's head like an elder and said with a grin, "That's a good boy, my good junior brother."

Burn to ashes: ......

For some reason, I felt this fish was a bit dry.

The mountain night is peaceful.

Little Yellow chased after the fireflies like a fool.

Stinky is sleeping peacefully next to Gingerbread.

And burn them and gingerbread.

The two lay on a wide, flat rock, their hands clasped behind their heads, gazing at the brilliant starry sky.

A shooting star streaked across the sky.

Fen Jue's dark eyes lit up, and he turned around to ask her to make a wish.

My gaze shifted to Gingerbread's face and I noticed that her usually bright almond-shaped eyes were filled with melancholy.

His heart sank.

His thin lips moved slightly, but he seemed to dare not ask anything.