An evening near the end of May.
"Ansheng, is your hand still not better yet?" Walking home on the street, Miaomiao skipped along lightly, tilting her head as she nibbled on a candied hawthorn stick and looked at Ansheng beside her.
Glancing at the black gloves Ansheng had been wearing for quite some time, Miaomiao's eyes flickered with a hint of concern.
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