Chewing twice, the following sourness mixes with sweetness and bitterness, making the taste particularly complex.
Nora Scott watched closely and raised an eyebrow, sarcastically saying, "Got fooled, didn’t you? I told you to only eat the sugar coating."
Pedro Langley didn’t reply, but the corners of his lips rose, revealing a very subtle smile.
The food she fed him, no matter how sour or astringent, he found it sweet as honey.
"Excuse , you two, wait a mont!"
With a hurried shout, a young man in a work uniform ran over, gasping, clutching a large cushion.
Amidst the crowd, neither Nora nor Pedro noticed him until he ran right up to them, making them realize he was calling them.
The young man handed over the cushion, sweating profusely, earnestly saying, "Miss, this is a gift for participating in the quiz."
"Didn’t I get it wrong?"
Nora squinted her eyes slightly.
Quickly glancing at Pedro, the young man trembled, quickly averting his gaze, and explained, "Our staff made a mistake, adding too much bitter lon juice—this is compensation for you."
After thinking for two seconds, Nora tilted her head to ask Pedro, "Do you want it?"
Pedro replied, "If you like it, take it."
"Oh."
Shaking the candied hawthorn in her hand, Nora looked at the large cushion in the young man’s arms, feeling a bit troubled, "I can’t carry it."
"No worries, I can help you carry it to the car—"
The young man had a quick idea, but before he finished speaking, a hand suddenly reached out and took the cushion from his arms.
He was startled and saw the man beside him holding the soft, adorable cushion, his stern and handso expression creating a strong sense of contrast.
The young man dared not look further, repeatedly apologizing to Nora with a bow, and only after receiving her verbal forgiveness did he breathe a sigh of relief and hurriedly leave.
As soon as he left, Nora turned to look at Pedro, her expression rather odd. After a few seconds, she couldn’t hold back anymore and fed herself a candied hawthorn, suppressing her laughter.
Pedro’s brow twitched, his deep, dark pupils full of helplessness, "If you want to laugh, just laugh."
"The cushion suits you." Nora laughed brightly and vividly, extrely amused, but reassuringly saying, "Looks youthful."
"..."
The cushion was made according to the cartoon design from Cool Ridge dia, adorably cute in appearance, with pinkish colors, and so big it could occupy half a body.
Having such a cushion nestled in Pedro’s arms, the visual impact was quite strong.
"Honestly, you’ve matured a lot more since I first t you." Nora sincerely comnted, then offered the candied hawthorn again, "Want so more?"
"Isn’t it okay?"
Countering her, Pedro lowered his head and bit another piece.
"It’s alright, consider it a new acquaintance."
No one remains unchanged. After years apart, previously familiar people have changed from one’s mory, naturally widening the gap.
Pedro squinted slightly.
Getting acquainted again...
If that’s the case, it’s indeed pretty good.
It’s much better than only being able to trace her faint clues through scattered fragntary ssages.
"By the way, are you here at the convention alone?"
Nora asked, glancing around but finding no trace of Pedro’s companions.
Pedro had long mastered the art of fabricating excuses without preparation, calmly saying, "Here to discuss so business."
"Oh."
She glanced at him twice again, thoroughly amused, and took out her phone, controlling her laughter, seriously saying in a negotiating tone, "How about, you see, it’s a rare sight; let’s take a picture?"
"..."
Looking down at the cushion in his arms, Pedro felt indescribable emotions, but seeing Nora’s smile forced him to suppress his displeasure.
His gaze caught onto Nora’s smile, and for so reason, the corners of Pedro’s mouth also turned up slightly. Curving his lips, he asked, "Are you trying to make it a horror film?"
"..."
Mocked by him, Nora rembered that her photography skills were indeed subpar.
"Then, how about a selfie?"
Switching to the front cara, Nora stood beside Pedro, naturally lifting the hand holding the candied hawthorn and rested her elbow on Pedro’s shoulder.
Then, Nora extended her other hand forward, holding the phone while looking for a suitable angle.
Her hand was on his shoulder, his vision included the candied hawthorn and her phone, while the faint scent from her body seed to linger around his nose, gentle yet refreshing.
Pedro’s throat tightened, his mind not focused on the photographing, only snapping back to reality once her hand left his shoulder.
"Indeed, the pictures don’t look great."
Unaware, Nora removed her sunglasses, furrowing her eyebrows lightly, fingers sliding over the freshly taken photos.
Pedro leaned forward, closing the distance between them, lowering his head closer, "Let see."
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