With the arrival of April, the weather in Hong Kong gradually warmed up, and the virus seemed unable to adapt to the environment, starting to fade away.
Since the end of March, Hong Kong's SARS new cases remained at zero, and the citizens gradually bid farewell to their panic over the epidemic.
Xu Qingfan finally bid farewell to those bitter days of taking oral Banlangen and being smothered by the smell of white vinegar every day.
"I'm going to Lin Wanning's house to play," he gulped down the rice in his bowl, grabbed his backpack, put on his shoes, and headed out the door.
"Ride carefully, and stay on the right!" Yao Jiping shouted at her son's retreating figure.
"Got it!"
Ever since Xu Qingfan had handed the first volume of his comic draft to Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi, the two girls had burst into unparalleled enthusiasm.
Apart from eating, sleeping, and attending classes, the two barely let go of their pens, maintaining a brisk pace of at least two pages per day.
