Gingerbread was stunned, and her vision blurred for a moment. Fen Jue now seemed to be the same as before he lost his memory.
"Junior brother."
She called out uncertainly.
The young man turned his head, his thin, crimson lips curving slightly. "Senior sister, what's wrong?"
Thankfully, it was just her imagination.
"It's nothing." Gingerbread shook its head.
There were three people between them.
This distance actually felt quite far to her.
Normally, Fenjue would be standing next to her.
Hearing her say she was alright, the boy's long eyelashes drooped.
Seeing him alone among the crowd of strangers, Gingerbread felt a pang of pity and, as if possessed, said, "Junior brother, come sit next to me."
He looked up, his exquisite phoenix eyes lighting up as if he had heard excellent news.
The young man stood up, his waistline perfect, making his ordinary sect attire appear extremely expensive.
The unease that Gingerbread felt in her heart vanished completely at this moment.
Fen Jue sat down, his head slightly lowered. No one noticed a glint of light flashing in his deep, dark eyes.
Senior sister, you're so easily moved to tears.
He curled his lips in triumph.
"Aili, Ai, why aren't you dancing?"
A young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes squeezed out from the crowd, "Come on, come on, what's the point if you don't dance?"
Ayi laughed cheerfully: "I'll jump then!"
She clapped her hands and pulled Gingerbread up, "Gingerbread, come on over! After dancing around the bonfire, we're all family!"
"Eh... okay then..."
The unpleasantness of the day was burned away by the campfire, and everyone had long since forgotten their grudges.
The people of southern Xinjiang are simple, honest, and warm-hearted.
Gingerbread jumped around once, then looked at Fenjue sitting there alone, looking like a pitiful little thing.
As she passed by, she took his wrist.
"Junior brother, let's go together!"
Fenjue was pulled up without any warning. Her wrist was wrapped around her delicate and soft hand, and the place where their skin touched suddenly became hot. His heartbeat was as irregular as the flames of a campfire.
Just a few moments.
His thoughts were in complete disarray.
When Gingerbread turned around with a smile, he suppressed his heartbeat and awkwardly looked away.
I don't know when,
The boy's ears turned a blush.
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