"The ice is here!"
Li Peifeng sprinted all the way, explained the situation to the supermarket owner, bought a few ice creams, scraped some crushed ice off the freezer, mixed them with the ice creams into a bag, and then dashed back to the terminal stairs.
Covering almost a kilometer back and forth, plus the shopping, he completed everything in less than five minutes.
Finally, panting heavily, Li Peifeng returned to Zhao Qingge, placed the bag of crushed ice and ice cream against her injured ankle, and gently massaged it.
"How does that feel?"
"Hmm, much better." Zhao Qingge nodded softly. "Thank you for the trouble."
"No need to be so polite with me."
Li Peifeng sighed in relief but worriedly added, "But with your foot like this, we can't go to Wuzhen today... How about you come with me? By Sunday, your foot should be better, and then we can start our trip."
Zhao Qingge frowned in thought for a few seconds before reluctantly nodding, "That's the plan then."
