"My name is Liu Ruyan. What's your name?"

Not only did they not apologize, they also casually asked for his name.

Jiang He didn't want to answer, but he was so lonely that Liu Ruyan was the first person to take the initiative to talk to him.

He comforted himself, thinking that perhaps Liu Ruyan meant no harm.

That was just a joke.

Moreover, she didn't seem to be wrong.

At this very moment, his family members are probably dressed smartly, enjoying fine wine and food in a warm and luxurious banquet hall, having a great time.

And what about him?

On a snowy night, he was unable to return home and was locked out, shivering in the cold.

What's the difference between this and a stray dog?

That means the Jiang family doesn't keep dogs, otherwise, his status in the Jiang family might not even be as high as that of a dog.

At the very least, if a pet dog doesn't come home, its owner will worry.

I always make sure to take good care of it when I go out, so it doesn't get thirsty or hungry.

At home, one can eat well, dress warmly, and receive good care, instead of being locked outside, hungry and cold.

A sense of sorrow welled up within him, inexplicably giving him a urge to confide. He answered slowly.

"Jiang He, my name is Jiang He."

"Jiang He? The He in 'rice seedling'?"

He saw Liu Ruyan's eyes light up.

"A very nice name."

She praised it.

At that time, he was still ill, and his behavior was clumsy compared to ordinary people. He also spoke a few beats slower.

Liu Ruyan didn't show any disgust; on the contrary, she actually praised him, saying that his name sounded nice.

"Thank you, your name is also very nice."

He couldn't help but smile shyly.

Her eyes shone even brighter, as if she had seen some treasure, sparkling like fireworks.

Suddenly, she took off her gloves and reached her hand through the gap in the fence. Her pinkish-white fingertips were soft and slightly cool, like a piece of jelly or a falling snowflake.

I touched his face briefly, then immediately let go.

He was startled by her sudden action; it was the first time the sixteen-year-old boy had such close contact with a girl.

Her face flushed red instantly.

Embarrassed, at a loss, angry.

Before he could reprimand her for suddenly touching him inappropriately, she was completely unaware that she had done anything wrong.

Instead, she innocently widened her eyes, blinked, and said very naturally,

"Jiang He, you look beautiful when you smile, but your complexion is too bad, you're too thin, and your skin isn't good either."

"Eat more, and pay attention to your appearance. Hmm, wait a minute, are you hungry? I just heard your stomach growling. Wait a minute..."

She got up, ran back to the Maybach parked on the side of the road, and came back carrying a beautifully packaged box of handmade desserts.

"This is tiramisu that I made myself. Nobody wants to eat it, so you can have it."

Jiang He was caught off guard and was given a box of tiramisu.

The displeasure at being offended, and the dissatisfaction with Liu Ruyan's earlier self-talk, all vanished upon hearing the words "made by one's own child."

At that time, he was too insecure, too eager for love, and too eager for attention and recognition.

It's natural to assume that Liu Ruyan, who would bring him food because he was hungry, and even make it herself, is kind and a good person.

Moreover, judging from her clothes and the Maybach she was riding in, she must come from a wealthy family and was a pampered young lady raised in luxury.

Spoiled people are always able to act this way, without any restraint.

They feel like they are the center of the world, doing whatever they want, and subconsciously ignore the feelings of others.

But she certainly didn't mean any harm.

She's just not good at expressing herself.

"Thank you, thank you."

Jiang He reluctantly accepted the tiramisu; it was the first time he had ever received a gift from someone.

It was made by hand.

It is even more precious.

He was reluctant to eat it. But Liu Ruyan urged him, "Eat quickly."

He had no choice but to unpack it and taste it carefully.

The tiramisu looked delicious, and the packaging was exceptionally exquisite, complete with a beautiful bow. It was a testament to Liu Ruyan's dedication in making it.

But the taste is so sweet it's almost bitter.

Clearly, too much sugar was added.

However, this also proves that the tiramisu was made by Liu Ruyan herself.

Otherwise, if a dessert shop dared to sell something with this level of sweetness, it would definitely get bad reviews and be blacklisted by customers.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Liu Ruyan tilted her head, eager to ask more questions.

He couldn't bear to, nor was he good at, refusing others' kindness. He swallowed the tiramisu, which was so sweet it tasted bitter, and nodded repeatedly.

"Good, delicious, very delicious."

"Really? As expected, I'm so smart, everything I do is right. Then eat more."

Liu Ruyan was clearly overjoyed, her face beaming with happiness.

"Yes, really."

Trying to ignore the bittersweet taste, Jiang He ate heartily.

After he finished the box of tiramisu, he heard Liu Ruyan staring at him with great interest and say...

"You're an interesting person, Jiang He. How about we become friends? What's your phone number? Let's exchange contact information."

Liu Ruyan handed over her phone.

Be friends?

This was the first time, apart from Lu Nian, that someone had said they wanted to be friends with him.

Jiang He felt as if a little rabbit had been kicked in her heart, making her heart pound wildly.

"Okay, okay... My phone number is..."

He hurriedly took her phone and entered his own number.

He wanted to ask Liu Ruyan for her phone number, but realized he didn't have his phone with him.

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