With a sincere expression, Xuexue handed a small bag of white candies to Qin Long.
Qin Long's face was filled with tenderness, and he was deeply gratified. Xuexue was innocent and carefree, genuine and true to him. She was completely without guile, always treating him with the kindness of a little sprite. For years, everyone else had laughed at him for his foolishness, but this little girl had always been good to him. She would occasionally bring him extra food and bread, which filled his heart with warmth.
Although Xuexue was only a little over six years old, she had always treated him like a real older brother.
Qin Long was one to repay kindness; he didn't want to owe anyone, not even a child. That was just his nature.
"How have things been at elementary school lately?" he asked, gently stroking Xuexue's hair with a concerned look. "Nobody's been bothering you, right?"
Xuexue gently touched Qin Long's right leg, then sensibly brought over a small stool and sat down beside him.
