The curtains were drawn, blocking the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, and the living room became cool, not appearing too dark even in broad daylight.
"If you learn how to make milk tea, we can make it at home, just take a stroll around the neighborhood and then come back to drink milk tea, watch movies, and eat."
Xu Qing left the window, went to the fridge to grab some snacks, and placed two boxes of sour milk on the table alongside the dried fruit.
"The key is the sense of ritual; life needs it, not just muddling through, but experiencing different lives, so that in the future when we recollect these details, we won't have nothing to think about.
