Jane Sampson looked at her mobile phone for a long ti, not knowing whether she was looking at the person in the photo or the scenery.
Jas Black moved quickly, and when he returned, he had an extra bag in his hand.
He stopped in front of Jane and, unaware that she had sneakily taken a photo of him, quickly took out a cup of tangerine-flavored juice from the bag and inserted a thin straw before handing it to Jane.
"It’s a bit cold; don’t drink it too fast," Jas Black reminded her subconsciously.
Jane made a sound of acknowledgnt, seemingly enthralled by the coolness of the cup, put away her phone into her pocket, and held the cup with both hands, sipping slowly.
Sweat still hung on Jas Black’s forehead. Despite the scorching midday heat and the long distance, he had run there and back without a single word of complaint, his face showing not the slightest impatience.
It was the first ti Jane realized that Jas Black’s temperant could be quite good at tis.
And before this, she had never thought Jas Black had a good temperant.
In fact, no one who knew Jas Black had ever said he had a good temperant.
"What else is in the bag?" Jane asked as she poked the bag.
"Mineral water. We’re going to mountain climb later, and there’s no place to buy water up there," Jas Black answered. "After we go in, we’ll first visit the desert, and in the evening, we’ll go down to Tooth Spring to watch the sunset."
"Jas Black, have you been here before?" If he hadn’t been, how would he know so many details?
"Yes," Jas Black nodded.
He had visited the wine market on a business trip and took the chance to see a few tourist attractions around the area; he had indeed been here before.
It seed to be an instinctual action. When it was ti to move forward again, Jas Black reached out and held Jane’s hand in his palm.
And this ti, Jane beca particularly quiet, so well-behaved that Jas Black glanced back at her several tis.
She was suddenly not frolicking and causing trouble, and Jas Black felt sowhat unused to it.
Although, Jane had always been this way before, but recently, she had clearly beco more troubleso, and Jas Black seed to prefer that troublemaking Jane.
Even if it ant he had to constantly remind her not to jump or run, and to be careful not to bump into anyone, and so on.
"Are you unhappy?" Jas Black felt it was strange, so he asked.
"Not at all," Jane shook her head, then raised the cup in her hand towards Jas Black, "The tangerine-flavored juice is really good; thank you, Jas Black."
"Is that all?" Jas Black asked, sowhat incredulous.
"What else?" Jane flung her hand, the one Jas Black was holding, "I think I’d be even more grateful if you could let go of your hand."
The last sentence successfully lightened Jas Black’s heart.
This was the real Jane Sampson.
She always had to get a couple of jabs in to annoy him; that was the normal Jane Sampson.
And Jas Black thought that maybe he didn’t need so many thanks from Jane, so, he decided to keep holding her hand.
What if she started causing trouble again and bumped into passersby?
Jas Black had originally planned to take Jane on a cal ride up the mountain, but once they reached the ticket booth, not just Jane, even Jas Black was daunted by the long queue.
"We didn’t see many people along the way, so I thought at this ti, with such heat, nobody would co to the tourism zone. But I was naive!" Jane held her forehead. With such a popular tourist attraction during peak travel season, even at midday, how could there be no people?
Heat could never thwart the passion of tourists; after all, people who are afraid of the heat would likely not co here.
"If you want to ride the cal, then we’ll wait," Jas Black said, looking down at Jane, "If you don’t want to wait, we can just hike up."
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