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The cute fox mask entered his field of vision, and Ye Jiuliang's gaze lingered for a second before he indifferently moved it away.
"Can't."
Since he had asked so sincerely, she could only reply with equal sincerity.
Apparently not expecting Ye Jiuliang to reject him so directly, the boy's face behind the mask showed a hint of hurt.
His hands awkwardly at his sides, he stood there immobile.
Ye Jiuliang put away her phone, looked up to see the boy still standing there, nibbling on an apple, occasionally glancing her way.
It was strange, but she felt a sense of grievance emanating from his eyes.
"Sister, my legs are sore." He chewed on his apple as he spoke softly.
Ye Jiuliang paused, her eyes taking in the young man seriously.
Golden hair, light brown eyes, pale skin—he didn't seem like one of the Huaguo people.
To come here, standing around eating an apple, was quite bizarre.
