Ning Xixi may be blind, but she found him quite annoying. She turned in another direction, burying her little face into her knees, and continued to cry.
Qiao Nancheng had no experience in dealing with a crying girl. He opened his mouth but suddenly remembered his stutter and closed it again.
He used his own sleeve to wipe her tears and runny nose, patting her back with his hand, struggling to articulate clearly, "You, you crying like this, will, will choke…"
Perhaps knowing he meant no harm, Ning Xixi's crying gradually subsided.
Hearing her voice hoarse from crying, Qiao Nancheng asked, "Do you want ice cream?"
Being young, despite all the sadness, the mention of food still made Ning Xixi blink and then she cautiously nodded her head.
"I'll go buy it for you." Qiao Nancheng crawled out from under the bed, hesitated, and then said awkwardly, "I…I don't have any money."
At that time, the cheapest ice cream cost fifty cents for two, but he didn't even have fifty cents.
