Ji Anning didn't know how many people, after interacting for more than a decade, would still feel their heart skip a beat upon looking back.
But for her, whether he was the aloof young man who looked down at her or the man who now looked up, refusing to let go, her heartbeat always changed for him.
Her lips curled into a slight smile, sweet and moved, "Uncle, you should head back to the hotel to rest, see you tomorrow."
As she spoke, she waved her hand at him.
The corners of his mouth also lifted slightly, he nodded lightly and uttered a "hm," but his feet remained unmoved.
"Then I'm going upstairs."
Ji Anning pointed upstairs and then resumed climbing the steps.
She knew that if she didn't leave first, Ji Chicheng would definitely not leave. They couldn't bear to part and wouldn't rest.
Listening to Ji Anning's footsteps grow distant, until they stopped and could be heard no more, Ji Chicheng finally withdrew his gaze and smiled broadly.
