There were too many people coming and going, who walked fast, causing a breeze of wind. The man's hair moved slightly, like the silently swaying bushes under the dark night and like the cold snow falling on the Rogers Pass, making her heart skip a beat.
"It's okay. I'm used to you with short hair. If you have long hair, I am afraid I wouldn't even know where to put my hand."
The man's words were ambiguous.
Did he say that he didn't know where to put his hands on him or on her?
There were too many rice noodles in this pot. Li Nanheng was really not interested in this kind of food that girls liked to eat. After eating some, he got up to buy things.
Feng Ling focused on drinking soup and ignored him.
After a while, Li Nanheng came back with something.
She looked up at him. "What did you buy?"
He didn't speak but threw the bag to her. "Open it when we go back."
