"Then tell me how you ended up liking me." Mia Ginger changed the topic and asked.
"You want to know?" Koa Jackson spoke as he walked, his breathing steady.
"Hmm." Mia Ginger tugged on his tie, nodding like a pecking chick.
Koa Jackson replied leisurely, "It was a moment of impulse."
A moment of impulse?
Mia Ginger paused, and said gloomily, "What? You're not an impulsive person, trying to fool a ghost."
Koa Jackson chuckled lightly, "Indeed, I'm not."
Only when facing her would he feel impulsive, angry, restless, depressed, annoyed, and delighted.
He'd tasted both the bitter and sweet of love.
As they walked and talked, they soon arrived at the lower floor of the hospital building.
Mia Ginger wrapped both arms around his neck and whispered softly in his ear, "Can we not go up there just yet?"
"Hmm?"
"How about sitting over there for a bit?" Mia Ginger raised her hand to point at a bench not far away.
Koa Jackson nodded and stepped forward.
