She always had a solid foundation.
But she herself never cared about it.
At this moment, as she lifted her eyes, her pupils were moistened by the river water, becoming even more lustrous. Fine droplets clung to her eyelashes, refracting sparkling light in the sunlight. And those bright, beautiful black eyes always made his heart inexplicably flutter.
"Got it."
Mo Shangjun patted her hands and casually responded.
"I—"
"We'll talk about it later." Mo Shangjun cut him off.
An Chen paused, realizing that discussing romance was somewhat inappropriate under the circumstances, as the assessment was more pressing.
So he said, "Let's go together."
"Okay, keep up."
Mo Shangjun agreed quite readily.
Then, with her not-waterproof backpack on, she jogged back along the road.
The pace wasn't particularly fast.
An Chen followed closely by her side.
Not far away—
Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu, passing by, watched the scene discreetly.
"Looks like the flower has found its owner."
