After finishing her sentence, she immediately added another, "Remember to get a receipt!"
Then she turned around, lifted her foot, and walked towards the bus stop sign.
Anyway, even if she took a taxi to school now, she reckoned the class was already halfway through; might as well skip the class, there was no need to waste money on a taxi.
Ji Chicheng: "..."
Watching Ji Anning's retreating figure, his profound black eyes gradually... gradually turned cold, filled with confusion and desolation.
It was like staring into a future without end... an unknown future.
With her attitude, with this step, how was he supposed to cross over.
...
There were only a few songs stored on the phone, which she played over and over on loop.
Ji Anning gazed blankly through the window, her eyes hollow and sorrowful, misted over with a thin layer of moisture, making them exceptionally clear and bright, her thoughts evident.
