It was not yet the coldest winter yet, but Caleb Ji felt that his fingers were cracked, and his teeth chattered lightly as soon as he went out. Walking through Chaer Street, he was overtaken by Grayson Ding at Chiwangfu Station. They were almost enemies.
Grayson Ding was wearing a short leather jacket, the most popular aviator style abroad. The moment he appeared, he attracted the attention of the people waiting for the bus. He took off the snack box hanging from the handlebar and said, "It's for Master Liang. You can take it with you."
Caleb Ji received the answer speechlessly, but Grayson Ding forced him to speak: "You don't even say thank you, are you so close to me?"
He had no choice but to thank him, and after saying so, he turned his face and pretended to look at the car, so as not to meet the other person's eyes anyway. Grayson Ding was not annoyed at all. He leaned over and took a look at his backpack. It was empty, and asked, "Are you really not going to wear amber pendants anymore?"
Caleb Ji hesitated for a few seconds and nodded slightly.
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