Fu Jinghen glanced at Wen Qiao and, seeing no significant change in her expression, began slowly, "What happened next?"
"Oh, what happened next..." Wen Qiao squinted at the road ahead, seriously recalling the events, "When I returned from playing outside, it started raining, and I hadn't brought an umbrella. Just as I was wondering what to do, the little boy with me picked two lotus leaves from a pond and handed one to me. That was the first time I realized lotus leaves could be used like that."
Fu Jinghen focused on a slightly different aspect, "The little boy?"
"Yeah." Wen Qiao didn't see anything amiss and continued, "That boy was so pretty, fair and clean. A lot of little girls liked to play with him, but he only liked to play with me."
Wen Qiao's tone gradually became boastful. Seeing this, any emerging emotions in Fu Jinghen dissipated instantly, and he commented lightly, "You were quite popular as a child."
