Jin Nian chattered, "Lu An, what are you doing? Be careful, or I'll really report you to your grandma and let her beat you up." Jin Nian seemed to have smelled the faint fragrance of oranges. Her memories were in a mess again, and she traveled back to the year she had graduated from high school. A row of orange trees had been planted on both sides of the main road near the school. It was midsummer in July, and the rich fragrance of oranges spread throughout the entire street. As a result, whenever she ate an orange, she would think of that midsummer.
The capable Lu An. The unhesitating Lu An. The angry Lu An. "Lu An, I'm sorry..." Lu An paused. He lowered his head and leaned his ear close to Jin Nian's lips. "Why did you suddenly say sorry?"
