"What have you been up to these past few days?"
"Reading, playing games, Xu Qing fell ill and only started to get better in the past couple of days."
It was a cloudy day, and after saying hello to Xu Qing, Jiang He went out to wander idly.
With a little bear backpack slung over her shoulder, she walked the streets as a breeze blew by, suddenly feeling an urge to go outside the city and see if the crops in the field were harvested. The last time she went, the wheat stalks were still yellowing.
But looking at Gong Ping by her side, Jiang He dismissed the idea, since Gong Ping probably wouldn't enjoy a visit to the rural fields outside the city.
"Reading? You really like to read books."
Gong Ping remembered that Jiang He even brought novels in her bag the last time they went fishing.
She walked a few steps with her hands behind her back, then turned to ask, "What do you read?"
