Mu Ci didn't say much more. He glanced at the hand Jian An'an had just withdrawn, and his fingers, still warm from her touch, quietly curled into a fist, as if trying to trap that lingering trace of warmth in his palm.
"Alright, see you next time." Jian An'an stood up, checking the time as she turned around.
Just as she was about to leave, Mu Ci called out to her from behind, "An'an."
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