An Ning heard Jiang Xia's quiet murmur perfectly.
Frustrated, she turned back and stomped on Jiang Xia's foot even harder.
"Hey, hey, hey—what was that for?!"
"Stomping on you!"
An Ning huffed and walked away.
"But why—"
Jiang Xia was still hung up on the *why*. An Ning had never been the type to let her emotions rule her actions.
Unfortunately, the romantically inexperienced Jiang Xia couldn't recognize the signs of a young woman's first crush.
'An Ning was actually handling it quite well. She wasn't overthinking things, she wasn't sick with longing, she hadn't lost her appetite, and she wasn't taking her feelings out on others. It was just that Jiang Xia's mouth was too damn provocative! He deserved it!'
After walking away, An Ning had a great time playing with a group of children.
A little after eight in the evening, the large group began their procession home. The ranks of their little troop thinned with each passing doorway.
