"what she likes best..." Quinton frowned and tried to recall it.

"The thing she used to love the most was...

nice food." "What?" Renee's eyes grew wide in surprise.

Joanne was such a sensitive, timid, and world-weary person now...

but maybe she used to be passionate and lively back then.

"When she was young, she loved eating and was chubby.

Her favorite food was s'mores pops," Quinton recalled slowly, unable to hide the smile on his face.

My foster mother doted on her back then, and she would sometimes bring Joanne to the market to buy Joanne her favorite s'mores pops.

Joanne would always enjoy them, and she'd stuff her mouth full of them.

she would always keep some

time she came home from the market, then dig in her clothes, telling

have melted and stained her clothes by then, and she would

looked adorable, and he'd always

warmed as

grateful she was there for you when

also very jealous of your relationship with her." Renee found it a pity that they had ended

"That was the past.

Quinton stopped smiling and waved dismissively, forcing himself

on the other hand, was

the past..." An idea dawned on Renee, and she suggested to Quinton excitedly, "Why don't you make s'mores pops for Joanne? Maybe she'll understand your true feelings when she sees those s'mores pops, and she'll slowly start to forgive you." 1

girlish thing." "You think

you're not against the idea, are you?"

wondered if men always said things they didn't

but he actually wanted to try

but he was too embarrassed

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