He looked as if he was innocently asking her why she was crying. Usually indifferent and handsome, his face now carried a hint of curiosity.
Ji Niandong lowered her head slightly, silently reaching out to tidy up her canvas and painting. She seemed to be leaving, but once her things were packed, she turned and asked, "Little Uncle, can I join you for dinner?"
Afraid he might refuse, she added, "I don't want to spend my eighteenth birthday alone."
So, that's why she was crying?!
Truly still a young girl!
Lu Beichen reached out to ruffle her hair, unexpectedly finding it soft and silky, feeling quite comfortable, like a small pet. He ruffled it a few more times until Ji Niandong kept staring at him, prompting him to withdraw his hand, saying casually, "Let's go. You can leave your stuff here and pick it up later."
"Great!" She grabbed him and headed out!
