As those words faded away, time seemed to stop at that very moment. The world fell silent, leaving only the person who cherished such pure feelings.
Ding Yebai released Yang Zhi's wrist. He still felt that what he had said was somewhat inappropriate.
But only somewhat inappropriate.
He was a clever person. He would never confuse gratitude with affection.
He understood that he really did like Yang Zhi.
Who wouldn't want the person they liked to pat them on the head?
Now, all that remained was to see what Yang Zhi would say.
Ding Yebai exhaled a puff of white air and quietly looked up at Yang Zhi.
Yang Zhi lowered her eyes to look at him as well. Their eyes met, and both of them felt a little shy.
She smiled faintly and gently stroked Ding Yebai's hair. "Are you acting spoiled?"
Ding Yebai's eyes flew wide open, and he looked somewhat incredulous.
In the past, his big sister would use "bullying" as an excuse to mess up his hair.
Other than her, Yang Zhi was the only one who had ever touched his head so gently.
"I'm not... I... I just..."
"Haha~ I suppose it's my fault too. I suddenly said that while you were running." Yang Zhi's face slowly reddened as she repeatedly exhaled white air. "I made you fall."
Ding Yebai said, "It's fine."
After brushing the snow off his head, Yang Zhi naturally withdrew her hand and squatted beside him, tucking her hands into her sleeves. She looked incredibly cute.
Ding Yebai said, "Ahem... Well..."
He had become so absorbed in watching her that he lost himself in the moment. The coolness coming through his hand from the snow brought him back to his senses. He hurriedly stood up and continued speaking to Yang Zhi.