Ji Anning felt a little tempted. She lifted her eyelids to gaze at the long line in front of the ice cream store and frowned, "But there are still so many people queuing."
Ji Chicheng said, "They have this many people every day of the year, 365 days. Even if it’s windy or rainy, the number of people never decreases. What’s more, their shop doesn’t allow takeout, so you can only eat inside."
She was sowhat surprised that he knew so much about an ice cream store.
Seeing what she was thinking, Ji Chicheng explained, "The first ti I saw it was on a shopping street in N City. There was a Chinese student, her hair as long as yours, dressed in an M University uniform, a white blouse, a black skirt, holding two pocket-sized romance novels from back ho. She was queuing in the long line, and I followed her all the way to the end."
I pretended it was you.
Ji Anning’s eyes beca slightly warm, and her voice uncontrollably nasally, "Then I’ll go queue."
She took a step toward the back of the line, with Ji Chicheng following beside her.
Most of those queuing in front were people deeply in love, with several couples showing affection as if no one else was around.
"Daddy, they’re so embarrassing."
Fenfen, held high in Ji Chicheng’s arms to get a better view, pointed her little finger at a couple six places ahead of them, who would kiss after every few words. She told Ji Chicheng they were embarrassing.
Hearing this, Ji Anning tiptoed for a peek, frowned upon seeing them, and imdiately dug out her phone from her bag to give to Fenfen, diverting her attention, "Here, play Candy Crush."
Candy Crush was the little girl’s current favorite ga, and it successfully diverted her attention.
There were still many people ahead, and they could only enter when there were empty seats inside. The queue moved slowly, and it was quite windy and cold today. Ji Anning’s bangs were blown ssy by the wind, and her cheeks were flushed red from the cold.
She waited anxiously, yet her determination was firm, and her eyes were filled with expectation.
Ji Chicheng watched her flushed little face and, feeling pity, reached out to brush back her hair. His fingertips were cool, but they were warr compared to the temperature of Ji Anning’s face.
The gentle touch was like touching Ji Anning’s heart; her heart flinched slightly, and she turned to look at him dazedly.
Ji Chicheng smiled, his finger still tidying up Ji Anning’s disheveled hair, "Fenfen’s hair isn’t as much as yours."
Ji Anning pursed her lips and shifted the topic to Fenfen, "Uncle, don’t spoil Fenfen too much."
In her tone was a sense of helplessness and world-weariness that cos with impending separation.
Ji Chicheng sighed with feigned helplessness, "But she’s the only one I can spoil."
There won’t be anyone else.
Upon hearing this, Ji Anning’s eyes reddened instantly. She tilted her head back and took a deep breath, steadying herself, then frowned and looked at Ji Chicheng with tearful eyes, "You always say it’s okay, but you always make the mood so sad, always forcing ."
Ji Chicheng looked apologetic, "I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I’ll ask later and see if they can let you have an extra serving."
"Fenfen wants an extra serving too."
Fenfen, who had been intently playing her ga and seed not to hear anything, caught this one sentence and also clamored for an extra serving.
Ji Anning chuckled exasperatedly.
...
"Miss, we’ve already taken quite a few pictures. Should we continue following them?"
In a coffee shop across the street, a middle-aged man dressed in a black leather jacket eyed Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng queuing for ice cream. He wore an earpiece and was speaking into the microphone, "Should we keep on following them?"
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