Jin Mo hastily withdrew her hand, lowering her gaze, but the blush that crept over her cheeks had spread all the way to her ears, vivid and beautiful.
Tang Yan watched her, mesmerized, and reached out to touch her delicate ear, soft and pale. It seemed every part of her body was pale, almost painfully so, as if touching her might somehow shatter her.
Tang Yan took a deep breath to calm his excitement and handed her the popcorn in his hand, "Here! Your favorite."
Jin Mo paused for a moment, taking it from his hand. It indeed was her old favorite, though it had been a long time since she had last tasted it.
"Not eating?"
Tang Yan asked with raised eyebrows, remembering how the young girl used to finish a bucket of popcorn in no time.
Jin Mo first sniffed the popcorn, still feeling the familiar scent of butter and cream, a flavor of memories that made her smile unconsciously.
