Midsummer Is Like Water

"I remember the first time I met her in midsummer." Mu Xin's face was as bright as the sun when he talked about her. "By chance, in a milk tea shop, the milk tea in her hand spilled on my face. I still remember that it tasted like passion fruit." Lin Xiaowan sat next to him silently, gently took out a box of cigarettes from her bag, took out one and lit it. Mu Xin glanced at her, picked up the cup on the wine table, took a sip of red wine, and said, "Are you going to this year's class reunion?" Lin Xiaowan nodded and said, "Go." Mu Xin said "oh". Lin Xiaowan said impatiently: "Are you considered a man? If you still can't let her go, then go chase her back!"