At that time, An Qi looked at the running figures on the playground. The calmness on the surface was far less than the slightest stirring in her heart. At that moment, there was a tsunami in her heart. Only she knew it.
When Xiao Zhi ran around the corner, he glanced at An Qi out of the corner of his eye. He thought that the two people would never meet, but they did.
Intention: growth