In summer, insects chirp.
The forgotten memories dissipated in the sea of clouds and disappeared without a trace.
"Hey, he's back."
"None of my business."
The tone was consistent, without any pause, and her heart was calm.
I still care to some extent.
"Yo, it's you."
The man smiled at her, and all his defenses were instantly shattered.
There was someone beside him with a sweet smile and a voice as gentle as an oriole: "Hello, Shen Qinghe."