After showering in the evening, I sat in front of the dressing table while Gu Chengchen gently dried my hair.
Gazing at his reflection in the mirror, I asked the question that lingered in my heart, "When did you start liking me?"
He put down the hairdryer and sat beside me with a gentle smile, "Actually, when I was young, I didn't know it was love. I just knew I wanted to give you the best things in the world."
"Because Yueyue is the kindest and cutest girl in the world."
"Me? Kind?" I was puzzled, as everyone in the Beijing Circle said the Qin family's young lady was arrogant and capricious. It was the first time I heard the word 'kind.'
He pulled me into his arms, smiling indulgently, "Then your salted egg yolk pastries were given for nothing."
When he mentioned the pastries, I suddenly understood.
Back then, when Uncle Gu remarried, I ran around the Gu Family's garden, relying on my youth, and accidentally bumped into an older brother with messy hair.