In these past few months, Wen Ran had grown accustomed to Bai Xiaoxiao's occasional daydreaming and absent-mindedness.
She called out "Xiaoxiao" twice, drawing Bai Xiaoxiao's drifting thoughts back, who then looked at Wen Ran with a blank expression, "Ranran, what did you just say?"
"I said if this flavor of cake doesn't taste good, we can try another. The strawberry flavor is nice, would you like to try it?"
As Wen Ran spoke, she fed a spoonful of cake to Bai Xiaoxiao.
Bai Xiaoxiao shook her head, her gaze inadvertently sweeping towards the outside of the glass window, and in the next second, her expression slightly changed.
Her breath caught as she saw that familiar figure, a feeling hard to describe, like an invisible hand instantly grabbed her.
Through the large glass window, she saw the man getting out of the car, not alone, but with Wen Jin.
The two of them didn't come to this cake shop but went to the café next door.
He walked with a slight limp.
