The books were divided into two bags, both of which were quite heavy—a literal weight of knowledge.
Under the scornful gaze of the bookstore owner, Xu Qing handed both bags to Jiang He to carry, and they left the bookstore together, noting there was still plenty of daylight left.
It was just past three o'clock, and with the arrival of spring, the days had grown longer. It was no longer like the deep winter when darkness began to fall at five in the afternoon; the current afternoon was only halfway over.
"How about a cup of milk tea before going home?"
"I want kumquat lemon," Jiang He said, easily holding the books in one hand and fishing out her phone with the other to pay for his milk tea, adding after a couple of steps, "Less ice, less sugar."
Too much sugar in a kumquat lemon drink drowns out the lemon flavor, something she stopped liking after trying it just once.
