Ji Anning felt a little tempted. She lifted her eyelids to gaze at the long line in front of the ice cream store and frowned, "But there are still so many people queuing."
Ji Chicheng said, "They have this many people every day of the year, 365 days. Even if it's windy or rainy, the number of people never decreases. What's more, their shop doesn't allow takeout, so you can only eat inside."
She was somewhat surprised that he knew so much about an ice cream store.
Seeing what she was thinking, Ji Chicheng explained, "The first time I saw it was on a shopping street in N City. There was a Chinese student, her hair as long as yours, dressed in an M University uniform, a white blouse, a black skirt, holding two pocket-sized romance novels from back home. She was queuing in the long line, and I followed her all the way to the end."
I pretended it was you.
Ji Anning's eyes became slightly warm, and her voice uncontrollably nasally, "Then I'll go queue."
