An Ning, a stick of candied hawthorns in each hand, walked with the swagger of a bandit raiding a village.
The rare warmth of the winter sun spilled from the sky, casting Jiang Xia's face in silhouette.
One corner of his mouth tilted up, his gaze involuntarily following An Ning, a hint of doting affection in his smile that he himself hadn't even noticed.
"Hop on, Jiang Xia!"
"Coming!"
Jiang Xia placed the board he was holding onto the truck, grabbed the side of the cargo bed with one hand, and with an easy leap, landed standing inside.
He and An Guoqing sat in the cargo bed. He slapped the metal side with one hand, and up front, the driver, An Guoming, got the signal, started the engine, and they were off.
After they got home, An Ning hopped down from the truck and tilted her head up to look at Jiang Xia, who was standing in the truck bed.
Under the sunlight, her porcelain-white skin was covered in a fine layer of peach fuzz, giving An Ning an air of innocent charm.
