His eyes flickered for a moment, then he said without hesitation, "I'm willing."

As he finished speaking, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to his childhood.

We were all kids who grew up in the same village, so we naturally played together when we were little.

He recalled that once he was playing house with some other children.

Qiao Qiqi was naturally chosen as the bride because of her good looks.

Originally, another boy was chosen as the groom, but because Qiao Qiqi wanted him to carry her on his back, the boy was too weak to carry her and dropped her.

The beautifully sculpted girl looked at her bruised knee and sat on the ground, crying her heart out.

Qin Huai watched this scene from the side, and his heart ached inexplicably.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. His younger brother had fallen much more badly, but he still said, "What's wrong with a man? It's just a little scrape. What's with the crying? You're so pathetic!"

But then he mustered his courage and stepped forward to comfort her, saying, "Don't cry, I'm strong, I'll carry you."

Qiao Qiqi stopped crying, slowly raised her head, and looked very suspicious: "Can you carry me? You won't drop me again, will you?"

Sunlight streamed down from above, illuminating the boy's dark skin.

He heard his own voice, unusually firm: "No."

And then, he actually did it.

He carried Qiao Qiqi all the way home, and Lin Chunying praised him, saying, "Qin Huai is really amazing!"

Qin Huai's gaze fell on Qiao Qiqi's face, where she was already crying again in Lin Chunying's arms, looking aggrieved.

At that moment, he really wanted to hear Qiao Qiqi say, "Next time we play house, will you still be willing to carry me on your back?"

He would definitely say without hesitation, "Yes!"

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