Later on, the Du Family moved away.
She no longer sat on the back seat of a bicycle; instead, she began to take a car to and from school.
But she still felt that Du Tian's bicycle was better.
She could blow in the wind with him and watch the blue sky and white clouds together.
Together, they would deliberately drive through puddles, splashing dots of mud, and draw laughter and scolding from adults.
When Du Tian rode the bike, he was especially playful—whenever there was a stone on the road, he made sure to ride over it.
Then An Xiaotong, sitting behind him, would bounce up and down.
An Xiaotong would get so annoyed that she would punch his back.
This would lead to even more hearty laughter from Du Tian.
The memories made An Xiaotong's eyes gradually soften, and as Du Tian drew close, that hint of masculine scent enveloped her nose.
Her heart felt a bit chaotic.
Her hand grabbed the egg, unconsciously squeezing it tight.
