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Cen Dongsheng found the most upscale restaurant nearby and took the little girl there. On their way past an ice cream shop, he bought two cups of different-flavored ice cream and ate them on the road.
"Did Brother Dongsheng often go out with friends before?... Ah, I want to try the strawberry flavor, can I have a taste?"
The little girl took several spoonfuls of mango-flavored ice cream and put them in her mouth, sweet and cold, so comforting that her eyes squinted. She quickly set her eyes on the ice cream in the young man's hand.
"No, I didn't have many friends. I usually stayed at school." As Cen Dongsheng handed the ice cream over, he said, "Like you, before university it was a straight line between 'home' and 'school.' In college, it was a straight line between 'dormitory' and 'classroom.'"
"Just like me, I didn't have many friends either."
Yi Qingyan took a taste, her little face full of happiness, and then passed her ice cream over.
"Try mine too."