Fang Yinyin's jaw dropped. Had Miaomiao finally realized that the dynamic between her and Ansheng sometimes crossed the line?
Swallowing hard, she asked tentatively, "What... what do you mean by that?"
Miaomiao pressed her lips together and leaned against the railing, letting the rooftop breeze whip her hair into slow, swirling strands without bothering to tuck it behind her ear.
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