He bit onto the collar of his uniform with his teeth, as a breeze passed through the open window and swept across his face, tousling his bangs.
Xu Qingfan quietly stared out the window, daydreaming, just like that peaceful afternoon more than ten years ago, and the eight-year-old him.
Time passed so slowly, yet so quickly...
...
Six months had flown by in a blink of an eye.
"Brother Qing Fan, do you think this drawing looks okay?" In Lin Wanning's home, the little girl showed her freshly completed sketch to Xu Qingfan.
Zhang Yiyi also gazed at him with hopeful eyes.
"Not bad, not bad!" Xu Qingfan nodded after reviewing it.
"Ah~ finally finished!" Lin Wanning and Zhang Yiyi comfortably leaned back in their chairs, stretching in unison.
