On the way to escort the class monitor back home, they entered the high-end residential district for the first time, feeling amazed at the same time—
"Do you still remember what I said back then?"
Xu Xiangyang remained silent.
"Even if I didn't have a good impression of the alley where my home was before, I definitely wouldn't want to live in a place like this; now, I feel even more so."
Back then, she gazed at the buildings rising from the ground in the night, wearing a look of pride on her face.
—"The sweetest grapes are the ones you grow yourself."
...
Xu Xiangyang scratched his head.
He finally realized, at least in one aspect he had misunderstood:
