"Tch, stop looking at me then!" Song Yaoyao glared at him and stood up.

At that moment, she was shocked by the enthusiasm of the girls around her and she took a couple of steps back blankly.

"Are you buying headbands too?"

She opened her eyes wide in confusion and pointed gently to the seller.

Thinking that she was in their way, she politely moved to the side.

But when she moved, she realized they were moving with her. Their eyes were glowing, and their gazes frightened her a little.

Woah! These girls are scary!

"Pfff..."

Song Wenchuan couldn't hold back his laughter.

He wiped his tears as he watched the people begin to move. They were so mesmerized by her cuteness that they were about to reach forward and touch her. He quickly squeezed through and pulled the girl into his arms. "Sorry, excuse me. It's time we go home," he apologized.

Song Yaoyao was seriously frightened. After all, she wasn't a celebrity and these people were being too passionate!

"Huh? You're leaving?"

"Stay a little longer! Cutie, can we take a photo together?"

Song Yaoyao huddled up obediently in Song Wenchuan's arms as he rushed out of the crowd. Only when she breathed in a breath of fresh air did she let out a sigh of relief.

Her hair was a mess. As she poked out her head, she discovered the girls were still holding their phones and snapping photos of her. 

She hid her head again in fear.

"Are they treating me like a rare animal?" she mumbled.

No, they just think you're cute.

"Ahem..." Song Wenchuan held back a laugh.

After they walked some distance, the crowd finally stopped following them.

Song Yaoyao humphed. Her devil headband had been knocked out of place.

Song Wenchuan helped her adjust it. "Are you still wearing it?"

"Why not?"

Song Yaoyao touched the headband happily and swayed her head. "Doesn't it look good? It's so pretty!" she said, answering her own question. "I want to wear it home for Gege to see!"

"Gege? He's not your real brother, yet you call him so affectionately."

Feeling a little jealous, Song Wenchuan snatched the headband from the girl. "Give it back, you ungrateful brat."

"No!"

Song Yaoyao raised her hands to protect her head as she giggled and ran away. From a distance, she looked at Song Wenchuan and pulled a face.

All night, her smile did not disappear once.

She was completely unaffected by Song Jingwan. Even Song Jingwan didn't understand why she was so easily satisfied.

A cheap 20 yuan plastic headband — something so humiliating — how could she wear it so happily?

No one knew what Song Yaoyao had experienced in the past. For her, every day and every minute was worth cherishing.

Happiness couldn't be bought with money.

Song Wenchuan watched as Song Yaoyao ran around and his gaze softened. His eyes were filled with adoration.

"Why aren't you wearing yours? You don't like it?" he asked Song Jingwan.

"Huh?"

Song Jingwan was surprised. She tucked away a loose strand of hair and replied, "No, it's just that you bought it for me so I don't want to break it."

"How could it break so easily; it isn't made from paper." This reply made Song Wenchuan laugh.

But Song Jingwan still didn't wear it in the end. As she held onto the headband, she followed quietly beside Song Wenchuan.

Every now and then, she would glance at him and notice his bright starry smile, but his gaze was focused on Song Yaoyao the entire time.

She immediately felt aggrieved. Song Yaoyao clearly put in no effort; she didn't even call him brother. Why should he treat her so well and why should his eyes and mind be focused on her?