Ji Anning leaned against the seat, turning her head to look at the man next to her, not wiping away the rain that obstructed her view, just watching him through the haze.
A sense of peace and solidity she had never felt before filled her heart.
When she arrived home, Fenfen was already asleep.
The aunt was waiting in the living room. Ji Anning, feeling groggy and a bit confused, greeted her and went straight upstairs.
Ji Chicheng followed her, watching her ascend the stairs. He paused for a moment, then turned towards the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator and started searching through it.
The aunt came over and, seeing him looking for something, asked, "Mr. Ji, what are you looking for?"
"Isn't there any cola left?" Ji Chicheng straightened up and asked the aunt.
The aunt said, "Just one bottle, which Miss Anning used tonight to make you ginger tea."
Ji Chicheng frowned, "What?"
