"Aren't you afraid of the cold, Miss?" Xu Chang'an blinked.
"..." Yun Qian said nothing, just stared at him.
Adding charcoal isn't done this way.
"Why are you doing this?" Yun Qian asked.
"What do you mean by that?" Xu Chang'an averted his gaze.
"Is it wasting snacks, making my heart ache... or bullying someone?" Yun Qian gently picked up the plate of preserved fruits on the table to protect it in her arms, seemingly reluctant to let Xu Chang'an continue wasting treasures. But when she met his eyes, her movement paused, and she said, "If you say... it's to bully me, then I understand, you can throw them to play."
"Who says it's for fun." Xu Chang'an shook his head, saying, "Miss, because of my past experiences, sometimes burning things is a way of remembering or commemorating."
He thought of many past experiences, his heart filled with emotions.
