The cicadas’ sound orchestrated a symphony known as summer.
The shadow of the thick woods and the rustling of the leaves along with the breeze that occasionally swept the steel and concrete forest revealed a mysterious scent and coolness.
It belonged to a person.
The white dress billowed like a lily at dawn, resembling the bloom of first love. The quiet, serene face perpetually drawn to the paperback novel—sometimes delighted, at other times sorrowful.
[So jealous...
If only I were that book.]
"Yo, Jiang Chen, you’re drooling." Zhao Peng approached Jiang Chen as he bumped into him with a smirk.
"Go away." Jiang Chen glanced at him at and slightly shifted his body sideways, lying on the table to sleep.
As though he was inadvertently facing that direction.
"Ahem, if you like Yao Tingting then you should go ask her out. Wu—" Jiang Chen immediately jumped up and covered the mouth of his good friend.
