The morning passed like a mischievous little stream, "whoosh," slipping through the fingers and quietly merging into the sea of memories.
Every corner of the aquarium was filled with the laughter and curious gazes of Huang Jun and the three others.
Qingqing's mood was as sparkling as the sunlit sea, overflowing with satisfaction.
After all, the rare marine creatures seen in daily life were now leisurely swimming before her eyes, and what excited her the most was realizing her long-cherished dream of "touching a dolphin."
Although it was just the dolphin gently pointing its wet little nose at her palm, the tender moment had elevated in Qingqing's heart into a romantic "dolphin kiss," making her feel that rounding up can be considered skin contact with the ocean's spirit.
In other words, it counts as touching!
In this magical moment, she was just the object being touched!
But there was a subtle, imperceptible sense of regret hidden in Weiwei's heart.
Indeed.
