Su Yu's gaze involuntarily shifted toward Jiang Ziling beside him, hoping to find some hint from him, but he noticed that Jiang Ziling looked just as clueless, clearly confused by Xixi's sudden enthusiasm as well.
Over the years, Jiang Ziling and Xixi's communication had largely relied on those simple but heartfelt nonverbal interactions: her tears represented sadness, her smiles reflected happiness, a nod was affirmation, a shake of the head meant denial, and the directions pointed by her fingers always represented her small desires.
In his memory, Xixi had always been such a well-behaved and sensible girl, easily satisfied, never having had such an urgent desire to express herself before.
"Hey, don't worry, Xixi said she promises not to run around everywhere," San Ya said, her words almost spitting out the food in her mouth, as three pairs of eyes instantly turned toward her.
Hoping glimmered in Xixi's eyes as she nodded hurriedly, as if saying, "Yes, that's right, I promise."
