The night was long, the car lights were on, Zou Ji leaned against the seat, the little face outside the window asked questions with eager curiosity, his throat couldn't help but let out a laugh.
All day long, the curve of his lips never went down.
Zou Ji pretended to be mysterious: "Convenient."
"But it's too late tonight, you'd better go home soon."
He said, "I'll show you next time."
Su Tiantian said, "Ah," pouted, "Alright then."
Su Tiantian was easy to coax: "Then I'll go back now."
"Take your time on the road, good night."
Zou Ji responded, "Mm, good night."
Su Tiantian turned and walked away.
Zou Ji subconsciously looked back, watching her figure in the rear window, getting further and further away.
He wasn't sure how long he stared until his neck got sore, then he turned back.
Deep emotions were in his deep-set peach blossom eyes, but it was clearly joyful.
Since he found her.
Su, right? No longer Duan.
Whether it's Duan Tiantian or Su Tiantian.
