An Ning's smiling face, framed by the collar of her military greatcoat, looked even smaller.
She tilted her head up, facing the light, and looked at Jiang Xia, who was peeking over the wall.
Having been caught red-handed, Jiang Xia was indeed a little embarrassed.
He didn't even know what he was doing himself.
Jiang Xia had only returned after midnight. In the morning, he heard from his grandfather that An Ning was sick, and on a whim, he came over to peek over the wall.
"Uh... I... we... My family is butchering a pig today, and we're looking for help."
As soon as the lame excuse left Jiang Xia's lips, he found himself despising his own intelligence.
'What kind of god-awful excuse is that!'
But An Ning, below, didn't seem to think it was fake at all. She accepted it with perfect calm.
"Oh. Remember to use the door next time."
An Ning pulled her cotton-padded jacket tighter. Jiang Xia got down from the wall, and his voice drifted over from the other side.
