Between simple children, affection is trivial in the eyes of the little girl.
The only person who takes it seriously is probably herself.
Tang Bao is still a child.
"Brother Qin Jin, I can't eat sweets, hehe, you have it instead... um, mommy says good things should be shared with good friends and people you like, you are someone I like, of course, it's all for you."
Qin Jin: "..."
Hearing Tang Bao's childish words, Qin Jin's expression showed a trace of darkness, more or less, there was some discomfort in his heart.
In Tang Bao's time, he was at most someone she liked,
just like a boy band she liked.
Once the newness of what she liked passed, perhaps... it would be gone.
Thinking of this, a flash of disappointment crossed Qin Jin's eyes, then his thin lips tugged slightly into a bittersweet curve, a smile not reaching his eyes, filled with a sense of sadness.
"Hmm."
