There is a kind of emotion, just like plum soup served in a white porcelain bowl in midsummer, listening to the sound of broken ice hitting the wall.
Just like that midsummer, Pei Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the stairwell, met Gu Jinshu, who was dressed in white, and felt joy for no reason.
Just like that midsummer, Gu Jinshu ran into the smiling eyes and couldn't help himself.
