Mu Qianli was still pouting when she suddenly heard his voice from across the way.
"Take a look downstairs."
Mu Qianli paused.
Then, like a child suddenly excited, she ran to the window.
She lived on the third floor, directly opposite the garden-like street.
On the cobblestone road under the dim streetlamps, the tall boy held up a food container, waving at her.
Pei Jinxi had actually come back!
She hurried downstairs.
All the way, she could hardly believe her own eyes.
Until she ran to the bottom, saw his somewhat thin cheeks, still carrying a hint of his youthful greenness, the food container in his hands swinging, the yellow flowers beside him wrapped in beautiful pink paper, layer upon layer, incredibly chic.
She hugged him tightly, listened to his muffled chuckles as he hugged her back, and even started spinning in place, her face flushing as she buried it in his neck.
"Hey, what are you doing over there, it's the middle of the night, no making a racket around here."
