Ansheng leaned against the doorframe, bending his waist and breathing heavily in a somewhat disheveled state. Some strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, and he had even forgotten to take off his apron.
"An...sheng?"
Miaomiao instinctively rubbed her eyes, softly murmuring his name in disbelief as to how Ansheng could have found her.
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