Xia Ji looked at Miao Miao, who was now in her early thirties. She was no longer as cute as she used to be in her cat hat and cloak, but she had become intelligent and beautiful. She wore a beige windbreaker, thick velvet stockings, well-fitting ankle boots, black-rimmed glasses, and long hair that reached her shoulders. When she talked and laughed, she had a sense of propriety and distance.
However, this sense of distance was just a sense of distance that was used to the city. In fact, when the two of them held hands, the warmth produced by the touch of their bodies was a reminder that the two of them were close, not close at hand or far away.
The two of them didn't speak until they reached the door of Xia Ji's house.
Suddenly, a vibration came from her pocket.
Miao Miao grabbed her phone with her left hand and looked at the message. She sighed pitifully."I have to work overtime again. I still have to go to the meeting room on the ninth floor of Waning Moon Biotech."
