The parents told the Gong brothers that a girl their age would be moving in with them.
At an age somewhere between childishness and adolescence, You thought his territory was being invaded and solemnly ordered his brothers to join forces against the enemy.
When they first met, the girl still had a cooling patch stuck to her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes moist, and her lips had lost their color. She gazed dazedly at the person in front of her and apologized in an unbearably soft voice: “Sorry, I scared you.”
You’s mind went blank for a moment. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything harsh.
Later, Zhi teased him. What happened to talking about fighting the enemy together? You had already thrown down his arms the moment he saw her.
But the fox stubbornly denied it: “What do you know, Zhi? I have my own pace!”
Theme: Savoring the taste of youth
