Frequent messages have become frequent meetings. Despite this, it has only been less than a month and less than ten days since we met. However, both of them have probably understood each other's personalities because they are both sensitive and delicate people.

He often told her to take good care of herself, cherish herself, and not to let herself get sick and hurt from time to time. She smiled and nodded.

Another meeting was just for the name of meeting. He was late and hurried to the intersection in the middle of the street, he looked around and said, "The Milk Tea Shop with the name Flowers". In the cafe, she was not seen in the flower shop. He stood there, calling her, but no one answered.

He was anxious, and then looked left and right. She was actually behind him, holding an ice cream in his left and right hands, licking his own one, and kicking his calves mischievously with his feet, "What are you looking for?"

He was sweating anxiously and looked at her in front of him, "I'm looking for a fool~"

"So have you found it?" She asked deliberately, but the expression on her face was really stupid.

He smiled, "That fool is asking me if I have found a fool? What do you think?"

"So~ what did that fool say?"

"That fool has arrived at another fool now~" After saying that, he reached out and wiped the butter from the corner of her mouth.

She was stunned and quickly stuffed the ice cream in her hand into his hand, "Eat it quickly~ Otherwise it will be not delicious when it is cold." Little did she know that just a small action made her heart start to bump into. He smiled secretly, walked next to her, deliberately getting very close, and said the same thing again: "Why don't you love to cherish yourself? In the middle of winter, you don't wear more clothes and eat ice cream, your hands are so cold~" He quickly held her hand.

"Oh~ Don't do this~" She listened to her words and instantly wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. How could she act coquettishly?

"Can I know how cold you are now if I don't touch your hand?

"Why do I feel like I have another dad?" she said, sticking out her tongue.

"You actually said I am your father? Please, I am only in my early twenties this year, okay? Tons of damage~"

"This is like despising me as my daughter. Let's go away, can you still have fun and chat?"

"I'm joking~ I just feel that I'm so old in your eyes?"

He looked at her and smiled like a good father looking at his naughty daughter.

"By the way, you look like what kind of thing..." She suddenly stopped and thought for a moment, "Well~ It looks very story-like. Let's talk about it because I am your good friend~" She walked up to him, looked at his eyes full of curiosity, and walked backwards.

A little hesitation flashed quickly in his eyes, wandering, and smiling as usual, saying, "Many of my friends have asked me this question, and I told them that I don't have a story. I originally wanted to tell you this way, but I was afraid that you felt that I was perfunctory..."

She listened to what he said without any words he wanted to hear. Everything was about youth, rebellion, and not understanding the feelings of love. It would be very good if she wrote a short article for youth. She was used to looking at the eyes of the speaker and felt that he was dodging something with him. Slowly, a faint sadness flowed into her heart. There was no story, but she just felt that there must be a story. Moreover, she didn't want to tell her story, she was just like his other friends.
Chapter completed!