She couldn’t help but throw back the covers and get out of bed, standing barefoot in front of the window, she looked down, her dark, lustrous eyes astonishingly flickered.
It turned out that Hai City’s nightscape was even more beautiful than she had imagined.
The signature buildings of Hai City, along with the distant sea-crossing bridge, were all within her view, with neon lights twinkling.
She involuntarily stretched out her hands, wanting to touch it all, but was stopped by the glass; she couldn’t help but sigh, no wonder everyone wanted to climb higher, the sa scenery looked so different from up high.
"Do you like it here?"
Ji Anning was imrsed in the thrilling sensation of overlooking it all when Ji Chicheng, unbeknownst to her, ca in and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He bent over slightly, chin resting on her shoulder, and this natural and unpretentious intimacy made her feel especially grounded.
"Mm," Ji Anning nodded gently, her hands ca up to cover Ji Chicheng’s larger ones, she tilted her head slightly, and her cheek brushed against his.
She closed her eyes in enjoynt.
Ji Chicheng turned his head, his lips brushing by her ear, "Move in and live here."
Ji Anning’s body tingled from his warm breath; she opened her eyes, shrank back from Chicheng’s embrace, and refused with a pouting, coquettish tone, "No."
Ji Chicheng looked down, pressing his lips tightly; then he turned and leaned against the glass window.
Watching in alarm, Ji Anning said, "Uncle, don’t lean against the glass, it’s so dangerous."
While speaking, she reached out to pull him back.
"Your phone just rang. It was from the old man." Ji Chicheng stood still, eyes unblinking, watching Ji Anning.
Ji Anning was startled, her gaze trembling with fear.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng’s lips curled into a faint smile, "Just kidding."
He reached out, affectionately patting Anning’s head, then took her hand and said, "Let’s go. The old man knows I’m back, let’s go ho for dinner."
Ji Anning looked down at Ji Chicheng’s handso hand, feeling the warmth in her soft palm, and she instinctively moved closer to him.
"An’an, I’ll arrange for you to study abroad, go to N City," Ji Chicheng suddenly turned his head, looking at Ji Anning.
This was the first ti he had addressed her in such a way while she was awake.
That ’An’an’ made Ji Anning’s heart tremble, tender as if she had heard it sowhere before.
She raised her face, looking at him in a daze, seeing double.
"Let’s go," Ji Chicheng pressed his lips together slightly and continued walking ahead.
Only she, only Ji Anning, had the power to elicit his joy, his anger, and his... such restraint.
He understood, too, that care brought restraint.
Because he cared too much, he was excessively cautious.
Just then, Ji Anning’s voice suddenly sounded by his ear.
"Okay, I’ll go to Garden Island to see my mom, then to C City to spend the New Year with my parents."
The belated response was clear, decisive, and resolute.
Ji Chicheng paused in his stride for a mont before nodding and responding indifferently with a "Mm."
He didn’t turn around, and Ji Anning did not know what expression he wore at that instant—whether he was happy or angry, or indifferent like his tone.
But she distinctly felt his fingers tighten a little after she finished speaking.
So, he must be happy.
With this analysis, her lips unavoidably curled into a slight smile; she took two quick steps to catch up with him, and side by side like small bird relying on people, she leaned on his sturdy arm.
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