The softness and warmth on his face seemed not to have faded yet, and the spot that had been touched still tingled, but Ji Weiwei's hand clutching his collar suddenly exerted force and pushed him back two steps.
An Yang could clearly see Ji Weiwei's somewhat nervous yet blushing cheeks, and then--
"Bang!"
The door was heavily shut by her.
An Yang stood at the doorway, helplessly gazing at the peephole, knowing that this girl was pressing right against it and watching him without blinking, so he waved his hand, "I'm leaving. Get some rest early."
He turned around--the sense of being watched still persisted.
The corners of An Yang's mouth curved into a smile, and he touched the still warm and soft spot on his cheek before striding away from the place.
At least he knew now--
As for a fact like this, he was very happy.
He went downstairs, turned, and smiled and waved at a figure on the upstairs balcony. He looked up at the sky where they had spent the entire day, then whistled and soared straight into the sky, piercing into the night sky like an arrow released from a bowstring.
The cold wind brushed across his face, poured in from his collar and out from the hem of his clothes, or seeped through the fabric, finally seeming to clear his mind a bit.
Otherwise... An Yang's old heart felt a bit jubilant.
He soon reached the small mountain, where the villa was still brightly lit like the only bright pearl in the darkness, illuminating the entire mountain.
An Yang landed and walked in through the main entrance as usual. Comrade Xiao Qian was sitting on the sofa waiting for him without any surprise, revealing a gentle smile the moment she saw him.
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