Miaomiao walked with a brisk, light step behind Ansheng.
Ansheng's remark just now amounted to an affirmation of her performance—or at least it meant he wasn't averse to it. Her brows curved into delicate arches, and the corners of her mouth naturally parted into a pair of shallow dimples as she hummed a tune under her breath.
Lost in her own daydreams, she didn't notice Ansheng suddenly halt his steps ahead of her. Distracted, Miaomiao walked straight into Ansheng's solid back.
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