"Hi, I'm An Ning."
A single sentence made the girl stomp her feet in excitement. Her voice was sharp with glee as she said, "I know, I know, I know! You're An Ning! An Ning! An Ning!"
The three consecutive cries of "An Ning" made the stoic Jiang Xia, who had been walking ahead, turn around. The moment he saw An Ning, he immediately ran over.
"Wait, where's your wheelchair?"
"What do I need that thing for?"
The question and answer flowed, natural and harmonious.
The eyes of the excited girl with the high ponytail, standing to the side, shone with the fervent light of a gossip fanatic.
Jiang Xia and An Ning?
'Oh my god, they're such a good match!'
In a flash, the girl's mind had already scripted several touching romance plots for the two of them.
Unbeknownst to them, their very first shipper had just appeared.
"Be careful."
"Don't worry, it's nothing."
An Ning said nonchalantly, then turned to the girl and asked, "Can I see one of your flyers?"
