The nighttime streets were somewhat quiet. Miaomiao took small, hurried steps, unexpectedly leaving Ansheng behind for a moment.
Ansheng took out his phone to check the time. The dinner had been thoroughly enjoyable, and it was now a little past eleven, which came as a mild surprise to him.
Glancing sideways at Miaomiao, whose face wore a rather anxious expression, Ansheng folded his arms, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her with pure confusion in his eyes. Why did Miaomiao seem in such a rush?
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