In the midst of the clamor, a group of people dressed in black suddenly appeared, parting a path through the throng of reporters.
All heads turned to see, at the end of the parted path, a car pulled to a stop. The car door opened and An Ziqi stepped out. She made her way towards Xiao Moli, trespassing through the parted crowd.
Her strides quickened, and by the last stretch, she was nearly running.
Xiao Moli stood at the other end of the path, watching An Ziqi approach him. A resigned smile appeared on his face as he hauled his arms open for her.
Biting her lip, An Ziqi launched herself into his embrace, inhaling the familiar scent that was all him, feeling the stinging sourness well up in her nose.
With one arm wrapped tightly around her, Xiao Moli stroked her smooth hair with his other hand.
"Fool, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to go to London with Ningning?"
"I miss you. Without you, I can't go anywhere." An Ziqi sobbed.
