For Winter Melon, this area was all too familiar.
It was extremely familiar—before Xu Qing picked it up, the large trash bins by the wall corner were its dining room...
"Does it think we're going to throw it back there?" Xu Qing saw Winter Melon hiding behind Jiang He's legs and mused.
"Throw it back where?"
"Over there, where it was picked up from."
Jiang He looked in the direction he was pointing, then walked in the opposite direction: "Then let's not go over there."
The winter sun was not very scorching, and the warmth felt good on their skin. Both were full from eating, and Winter Melon had just been fed, too. Hand in hand, their steps were leisurely, looking utterly carefree.
After a moment of silence, she couldn't help asking, "Do you just like picking things up?"
"No, I only pick up things I like."
Xu Qing replied and looked up at the small flags fluttering everywhere in the neighborhood. "The New Year is coming, and your place has this New Year thing too, right?"
