"Xia Fengguang." She smiled, her eyes curving into adorable crescent moons. "My name is Xia Fengguang."

“The scenery…” he murmured the two words, a strange yet familiar feeling welling up in his heart, which made his gentle expression freeze for a moment.

Feng Guang bent down slightly, looking down at him, "I've told you my name, what about you? What's your name?"

The boy came to his senses and said, "My surname is Zhou, and my given name is Xing."

"Young Master Zhou."

He said, “You can call me A-Xing.”

She asked in confusion, "Huh? Didn't you just tell a little girl that there's a difference between men and women, and that I shouldn't call you A-Xing?"

“Others can’t, but you can.” Zhou Xingru’s eyes held a gentle tenderness. “Here’s your candied hawthorn.”

Feng Guang took the candied hawthorn, but instead of taking a bite, she said, "I seem to remember... you just said you don't like girls who eat sweets."

"I don't hate you."

"Then I'd be honored..." A smile bloomed on her face, she blinked, and said in a flattering tone, "I didn't bring any money with me when I went out. Since you have money, Ah Xing, could you..."

He said directly, "No."

"I haven't even said whether it's okay or not."

"You can only eat one candied hawthorn skewer at a time." The boy's smiling eyes had a magic that could see through people's hearts. Although she hadn't finished speaking, he already knew what she was going to say.

He said, looking both smug and pitiful, "I will pay you back in the future."

"Eating too many sweets is bad for your teeth."

"We've only just met, why are you concerned about my teeth?"

"Since we've only just met, why did you accept the candied hawthorns I bought?"

Feng Guang thought for a while, but couldn't find anything to refute him. Suddenly, she stretched out her index finger and poked his cheek, chuckling, "You little brat, you really know how to talk..."

“I’m not a little kid.” He took her mischievous hand in his grasp, the faint smile still on his lips, but with an undeniable air of elegance and nobility. He moved her hand a little more, “Fengguang, it feels very comfortable to hold your hand.”

Feng Guang blushed, never expecting to be flirted with by a twelve-year-old. She quickly withdrew her hand and said with a grin, "Little brat, who taught you to say such flirtatious things?"

“This isn’t flirtatious talk, it’s the truth.” A dazzling smile played on his lips as he added, “I’m not a little kid.”

"But to me, you're just a little kid."

"I will grow up eventually."

"By then... I will be old."

Zhou Xing watched her quietly, observing her smile, which seemed to possess an elusive quality, bathed in the twilight sun, as if she might disappear at any moment.

A strange sense of panic welled up inside him, and he took her hand again. "Would you like to come home with me?"

This request came too suddenly and was too unreasonable; it's not like something he would say.

Feng Guang was only momentarily stunned before he said softly, "A Xing, do you know that a man can't just casually ask a woman to go home with him?"

"Why? Because many women want to go home with me." This is the truth; he has always been quite popular among women.

Feng Guang lightly tapped his forehead with the index finger of her other hand. "Silly boy, if a man brings just any girl home, it will ruin that girl's reputation."