The next day, Ji Xun woke up earlier than Lailin. He carefully put the plush little bear back into his suitcase, patted it gently, and as he touched the toy, a soft, warm smile played at the corners of his lips.
Lailin woke up just in time to catch this scene.
The curtains were drawn, leaving the room in a dim, soft light. In that light, this kid actually looked rather handsome, Lailin praised inwardly. Such a gentle boy, with a personality completely different from his sister's. Her looks and voice were both delicate and soft, but her temper was like a string of firecrackers, and the punches she gave him were genuinely powerful—every time she hit him, it would hurt for days. No, the moment he thought about it, his arm started aching again.
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