When she placed a book on her knees, it had become an indispensable part of Lu Xiaohua's daily life. Just like now, when the warm light fell on her body, it was clear, gentle, and warm. Even her hair seemed to be dyed a warm gold. She turned a page of the book, and the shadow of the leaves fell. When she had to choose, it just happened to be her book.
She lowered her eyes and flipped through the pages carefully.
In the distance, two women walked over and happened to be sitting on another chair not far from Lu Xiaohua.
