"Alright, alright, I won't do it again." Wen Renche lovingly ruffled her hair, the tear mole hidden beneath his golden-framed glasses seemed to sway with bursts of joy.
Yu Zhi turned her head away, avoiding his touch, and a trace of inexplicable resentment appeared in her eyes: "Don't you know that touching my head might stunt my growth?"
She now had reason to suspect that her height remained at 165 because of being patted on the head.
Wen Renche was quite fine, especially...
Upon thinking about that man who broke his promise, a fleeting shadow passed through Yu Zhi's eyes.
"Nonsense." Wen Renche playfully tapped her slightly puffed-up cheek, his voice like the gentle breeze of early spring: "It's cold outside, let's sit in the car."
"Mm, let's look for a pharmacy nearby first."
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Yu Zhi shook her head: "I need to tend to your wound."
