Luo Fan continued strolling through the streets of the Upper Ring with An Xiaoran.
Ding Wanning and Zhi Zhou headed in another direction.
Luo Fan asked no further questions. He led An Xiaoran slowly along the Flagstone Road.
The roads in the Upper Ring were very clean, and the flowers along the roadside were in full bloom.
The May weather was neither cold nor hot, and the breeze carried the scent of flowers.
An Xiaoran still held her unfinished ice cream, taking tiny bites.
Her eyes were bright as she looked at the flowers, the trees, and the distant Snow Mountain, a faint smile on her face.
Luo Fan walked beside her, watching her, and suddenly felt a little wistful.
An Xiaoran had autism. He knew that.
He had known since the day he met her.
She disliked talking and interacting with others, always staying quiet like a kitten.
Only around familiar people did she relax a little.
Over the past year or so, traveling with the Hope Convoy and with him, her condition had improved a great deal.
But deep down, she was still that little girl who disliked talking.
Yet in the Holy City, she had changed.
She had started looking around of her own accord, showing interest in new things, and smiling more.
Luo Fan knew this was because of the Holy City's environment.
There were people and order here, and it felt like the world before the apocalypse.
An Xiaoran liked it here.
Luo Fan did not disturb her and simply let her wander at her own pace.
They walked down one street, then turned a corner.
The Upper Ring had few residents. They occasionally passed people on the road. Some nodded in greeting when they saw Luo Fan, while others gave him a few extra