Grace Winter cautiously looked up at him and softly said, "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful in the future. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Her temperament was too soft, like cotton, but more like cotton candy — not only soft but also sweet.
Even when she was bullied, she always remained innocently naive.
Hayes Edwards looked at her, unable to stay angry, and scoffed, "Fine, fine, I won't get angry with a child."
Grace Winter smiled, "I knew Hayes Edwards has a good heart."
Hayes snorted, "Says who?"
He was, of course, very good.
His eyes fell on the bag in Grace Winter's arms, and he asked, "What gift did you bring me?"
He told himself he wasn't interested at all, just casually asking.
"It's candied fruit my grandma made, sweet. Do you want to try one?" Grace Winter pulled over a small chair and placed the bag on it.
Inside the bag was a glass jar.
