Xiao Moli pursed his lips, "I'm out here with you, watching over you."
Even if she really hadn't noticed, he knew they were not far from him.
They looked at the same starry sky, breathing the oxygen under the same sky.
He would celebrate the festival with them in his own way.
An Ziqi felt a warm current slowly flowing from her chest to every cell in her body, warming her completely.
She bit her lip and looked at him, "Silly, aren't you?"
"Silly," Xiao Moli nodded.
"Knowing it's silly, yet you still do it," An Ziqi pouted, her fingers twisting his clothes.
"Yes," Xiao Moli chuckled, "I became silly after meeting you; you're only realizing this now?"
Sometimes, even he himself, looking back, felt that some of his actions were particularly silly, completely the kind of foolish behavior he had once scorned.
But when he thought about An Ziqi, saw An Ziqi, all his intelligence automatically dropped to below zero.
Even if it was silly, he was willingly silly.
