With Emily Jiang’s schoolbag on his shoulders, Michael Qiu pushed and pulled her suitcase in his hand, and walked out of the gate of the Esmeral Art Center, ready to send her home.
On the way, he didn’t speak.
Emily Jiang saw that Michael Qiu was unhappy, and poked him with his elbow: “Aren’t you jealous again?”
“No.”
“That’s good.” She took the initiative to hold his sleeve and moved closer to him: “How did I dance today?”
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