Emerging from the main house, Mo Shiting held Gu Li's hand, looking at the band-aid sticking to her palm, his eyes full of tenderness and worry, "Does it still hurt?"
"No, it's just a small scratch, nothing serious."
Gu Li gave him a brilliant smile, then steered the conversation, "Brother Ting, my place is just ahead, about a five-minute walk. Would you like to go directly, or do I give you a little tour of the area?"
The setting sun cast a warm glow on the clouds, turning the distant sky into a beautiful sight.
Mo Shiting glanced at the sky overhead, then back at the girl standing before him, his eyes full of indulgence, "Let's go to your place first."
"Okay."
Gu Li readily agreed.
"Hop up."
Mo Shiting suddenly crouched down in front of her.
Gu Li was slightly taken aback, then quickly caught on, and without any reluctance, climbed onto his back, beaming widely, "Thank you, Brother Ting."
"I'd be happier if you called me something else."