It's summer again.
The sultry weather is accompanied by the chirping of cicadas, which makes people feel irritable.
Xia Mu sat quietly by the window, looking at the sycamore tree in the courtyard in trance.
This happens almost every afternoon on rest days. Xia He has long been accustomed to this kind of behavior, but he is still a little puzzled. After all, even facing the sun in an air-conditioned room will be unbearable in this kind of weather.
But after thinking about it, Xia He seemed to understand. After all, her mother had been different from others for as long as she could remember. She was always calm no matter what happened. In other words, she seemed to be indifferent to everything.
Until one day, her mother received a letter, and Xia He saw other expressions on Xia Mu's face for the first time...
Intention: Regret