Under a banyan tree, the two of them sat side by side on a long, paint-peeled wooden bench. An Ruoxue talked incessantly, sharing memories of her childhood and anecdotes about the friends she grew up with at Cihang.
At times she laughed, and at others, she pursed her lips in a coquettish, adorable pout. From the expressions crossing her beautiful face, it was clear that her memories had wandered back into the past—back to the days when she was a small, quiet, and somewhat stubborn little girl.
Beside her, Rong Che maintained his usual icy composure. He didn’t interject or speak a single word from start to finish. Occasionally, when An Ruoxue mentioned something particularly joyful, he would steal a glance at her with his arrogant eyes.
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