"Ziyi, Qingqing, good morning!"
At the entrance of the Mo Family Villa, Momo was leaning against a white magnolia tree early in the morning, one hand in her down jacket pocket, and the other hand taking sunflower seeds from her pocket and cracking them, her features delicate and fair, her expression tinged with a slight laziness.
Seeing them approach, she waved the sunflower seeds at Qingqing, asking if she wanted some.
Qingqing smiled and shook her head, "Good morning, Sister Momo."
"Qingqing, it's only been a day since we last saw each other, how did you become even more beautiful?" Momo put the last two sunflower seeds back in her pocket, took two steps forward, and sized up Qin Qingqing.
The ambiguous words were full of a certain suggestion.
