Once everything was tied properly, he dusted off his hands and looked at Xia Xiaonuan, saying, "Remember to take off your shoes tonight. I'll wash them for you."
Back then, Qiqi always felt that whatever Nan Mo did for her was only natural. She never imagined that the boy who held her dearly would suddenly disappear from her world one day.
Therefore, she said somewhat impatiently, "Got it, you're so naggy! I'm going to play!"
"Wait a second!" Nan Mo called her back, took out a faded plaid handkerchief, and gently wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Your hair is almost soaked, you look like a dirty little kid." His handsome face showed a look of disdain.
Nan Mo's soft plaid handkerchief always carried the scent of laundry soap.
Qiqi sniffed that scent, wrinkled her nose playfully, then laughed at Nan Mo and ran off.
Leaving Nan Mo standing there alone, gently wiping his fingers with the handkerchief, his gaze fixed in the direction of Xia Xiaonuan, a smile on his lips.
