The little guy pretended not to hear, still fiddling with his own things as he pleased.
Even more exaggerated, he actually carried a small mirror with him.
From time to time, he pulled at the strap on his shoulder with one small hand, pulling his suitcase with one hand, while holding the mirror in the other, observing the few but beautiful strands of hair on his forehead, his nervousness slowly easing.
Su Jia looked at the tender young face in front of her, but her heart had already drifted to thoughts of another person.
The resemblance was uncanny, echoing the unforgettable memories from her past.
Lu Chen furrowed his brows slightly, his little mouth opening and closing as he reminded her, "Miss Su Jia, I am no longer a little kid."
Su Jia, helpless, could only compromise with him, "Alright then, Mr. Lu Chen."
Her legs were long, and her strides were big. Seeing the little guy struggling to keep up, she subtly slowed down.
But as they walked, the little guy suddenly stopped.
