"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.

though it was her favourite food, she would always keep some for

she came home, all of them would have melted..." Quinton recalled how Joanne would drag him to a corner every time she came home from the market, then dig in

melted and stained her clothes

looked adorable, and he'd always

warmed as

sister, and I'm grateful she was

pity that they had ended up in such a fierce conflict with

"That was the past.

talking about that now.” Quinton stopped smiling and waved dismissively, forcing

the other hand,

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 "No way!"

would do such a girlish thing." "You think you can't because

against the idea, are you?" Renee tried to

if men always said things they didn't

but he

it up to her but he was too embarrassed to say

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