The permeable bricks on the ground record the footprints of youth, the fallen leaves rise when the wind blows, and the thoughts are mailed to the past.
Cheng Yan was beside him, walking aimlessly, as if walking more with her would keep Xia Tian.
Passing by the clothing street and cake shop, Cheng Yan glanced to the left, an idea suddenly struck her, and she was no longer confused about the direction.
Stopping under the shade of a tree, fanning himself with his hands to keep away the heat, he cheerfully said to Chen Yu'an, "I'll take you to a place where you can buy summer delicacies."
