"Canary?" Han Jingnian's brows furrowed, clearly dissatisfied with the term.
Just as Xia Wan'an was about to tell him that it was just a metaphor, Han Jingnian spoke again: "I am a dragon, a dragon among men."
Xia Wan'an: "..."
Seeing her silent, Han Jingnian raised an eyebrow and glanced at her.
Xia Wan'an: "Yes, yes, you are a dragon, the little white dragon raised by me."
The straightforward Han Jingnian didn't understand the playful tone in Xia Wan'an's words, hummed in agreement, and said: "Take good care of it."
Xia Wan'an: "..."
After chatting for a while, Han Jingnian went back to his work. Xia Wan'an didn't disturb him, curling up beside him, eating watermelon with a spoon. She ate three bites for herself, one for Han Jingnian, always keeping it fair.
Just as the half watermelon was almost hollowed out by Xia Wan'an, she somehow thought of Chen Qingtian's enigmatic smile as he turned his head, then bit her spoon, lost in thought.
