Ning Hui was naturally overjoyed, finally able to spend time alone with Brother Yi Yi as Ning Yu stopped tagging along as a little follower.
Unconsciously, two years had passed. With increasing age, thoughts grew as well. The initially sprouting heart of cardamom quietly germinated day by day, year by year, taking root firmly in her heart over time, unwavering. The seedling of first love and secret admiration flourished robustly too, fueled by youth and fearlessness, thriving only on dew and sunlight without any impurities or foggy mists.
The tutorial was over by evening, and seeing Ning Yu hadn't come, Xiao Yiyi stood up, "Let's go, I'll walk you home."
Ning Hui, with a smile that bent her eyes, exclaimed, "I want to eat the yogurt from the street corner shop."
