Warm sunshine in my heart

  The cherry is very tempting.

  Vibrant red color, reflecting the light, delicate and translucent.

  It's just a decoration, but it brightens up the whole birthday cake and adds a lot of color.

  The little girl stood not far from the cake, just quietly looking.

  A messy head of dry yellow fine long hair; a small face that is dirty, but has lovely baby fat, with a hint of beautiful womanly charm.

  "Are you hungry?"

  Anbo said that he would bring her to a place where there is food and drink, and she will no longer be bullied by others.

  The little girl nodded slightly.

  "Stay here and don't run around," Anbo turned his head to look at the birthday cake on the table, "I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat!"

  The girl understood Amber's meaning: Don't touch that cake.

  An Bo had just left when happy footsteps were heard on the stairs, accompanied by the sound of a ball being bounced.

  "Where did this little beggar come from?! Get away from the cake! How dirty!"

  A small boy, about six years old. He spoke in his usual arrogant tone. The boy was very handsome, with a visible look of disgust floating in his bright black eyes.

  The girl looked over at the sound, her childish big eyes sparkling with a deep and clear luster like black gemstones.

  Pure, fearless, calm!

  Apparently, the girl's indifference irritated the little boy. The little boy withdrew his hand that was slapping a basketball and slammed it towards the little girl with force.

  The girl did not expect the boy to be so unfriendly, and for a moment she was unguarded, hit by the ball and fell onto the cold marble floor.

  "Why did you hit me?!" the girl asked.

  The boy didn't expect the girl to have the nerve to question him, and he said somewhat unreasonably: "You're so dirty, you've made my brother's birthday cake look dirty! Can we still eat it?!"

  The girl didn't retort anything, she just slowly got up from the ground. She no longer looked at the boy, nor did she look at that birthday cake.

  The boy felt bored and mischievously said: "Want to eat? If you want to eat, then kneel down and beg me!"

  The girl didn't turn around and just hummed a sentence: "I don't care!"

  "You stinky beggar, you don't know what's good for you!" The little boy was so angry that he picked up the basketball that had rolled to the ground, held it above his head, and thought of throwing it at the little girl again.

  "Lin Yuan, don't be rough with girls!"

  The one speaking was a sixteen or seventeen year old young man. His voice was pleasant and elegant to listen to. The girl thought, he must be the young master An Li Xing that An Bo had mentioned.

  "Brother, quickly get rid of this stinky beggar! She's made your birthday cake dirty!" The little boy named An Lingyuan was still arrogant.

  An Li didn't respond to his brother's teasing, but instead took a step forward, crouched down and looked at the little girl at eye level. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little girl's disheveled hair, saying in a warm voice: "Take a bath and you'll be beautiful!"

  Distinct outline, gentle eyebrows, soft light shining on him, his face presents a water-like tenderness, like a prince in a fairy tale, making people feel warm and cozy.

  The little girl quietly gazed at An Li Xing's eyes filled with tenderness. A gentle warmth enveloped her...

  "Wait!" An Li Xing stood up, walked to the edge of the table with long strides, pinched the cherry on top of the cake and brought it back. He sent it to her lips, "Come, eat."

  The little girl stared blankly at An Li Xing's warm and friendly black eyes, revealing a sweet smile. For a six-year-old child who had been hungry for a day, it was undoubtedly exciting. The little girl opened her mouth, bit the cherry, and slowly chewed it in her mouth.

  "Is it sweet?"

  "Sweet!" The little girl smiled slightly.