Ansheng breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Watching Miaomiao stroll ahead looking rather cheerful, he muttered inwardly.
It really is a bit hard to guess what goes on in a girl's mind—one second she's crying from anger so easily, and the next she's happy again.
Shaking his head, he couldn't help letting out a sigh. If only dealing with people had options like in a galgame.
Miaomiao walked with a light step, her hands clasped behind her back. Those clean, white gloves filled her heart with a gentle warmth.
She still felt that Ansheng was actually a relatively gentle person after all.
Of course, that didn't mask the fact that he was also quite a jerk.
Recovering from her thoughts, Miaomiao looked around. The all-sorts of cosplayers made her a bit dizzy; despite the dead of winter, most of them were walking around outside the plaza in skimpy outfits.
"Why aren't they going inside the mall?" Miaomiao asked curiously.
Ansheng walked up beside her, hands in his pockets. "There are some inside too, but it's hard to get in for those with really fancy costumes or massive props."
Chapter 30