He looked up and saw the little girl staring at him without blinking, his own small face flushing red with embarrassment.
"Don't worry. Just take your time."
Gao Qi gave a slight nod and sat quietly.
His eyes would occasionally dart toward Ye Qianning's face.
Ye Qianning sighed softly.
Seeing the tears still shimmering in the little boy's eyes, his face bright red, and noticing his small stature, she felt a pang of pity and simply closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him.
Inside the carriage, it was utterly silent for a moment.
Outside, the bustling sounds of street vendors and crowds flowed in ceaselessly.
Ye Qianning leaned against the soft couch, resting with her eyes closed.
Gao Qi felt a strange nervousness in his heart. He fidgeted with the corner of his clothes, his breathing having finally calmed. Seeing the little girl with her eyes closed, he didn't know how to begin speaking.
