Having stepped out of the apartment door, Ji Chicheng turned around, pointing his finger at Qi Helian, who was following him, and warned, "Qi Helian, don't follow me."
"Then..." Qi Helian glanced at Ji Anning walking ahead of him, hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, I won't follow you. Just be careful on your own."
Ji Chicheng paid no attention to Qi Helian's words and walked into the cold wind along a twisted path.
Qi Helian, uneasy, stood still, frowning as he watched Ji Anning's petite, indifferent figure, memories flooding back like a fine vintage wine.
The more you savor it, the richer it tastes.
The more you think, the clearer it becomes.
Only when Ji Anning's figure had disappeared did he sigh deeply and helplessly, "Little girl, you are clearly so stubborn, so persistent…"
…
It was just after the Lunar New Year, and the night temperature was still below zero.
