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Pushing open the heavy glass door of KFC, a burst of cold air hit his face. It was originally very comfortable, but Meng Fanzhou shivered for no reason. Lin Xueer put away the beautiful "Paradise" umbrella, patted her chest with her hand exaggeratedly and said, "It's so comfortable. Let me tell you, come here to cool off more!" Meng Fanzhou disagreed. He agreed to come here only because he was hungry and tired and happened to pass by its door. When Lin Xueer ordered food, he went directly to the bathroom. Fortunately, it is now past two o'clock in the afternoon, past the peak dining period, and there is no one in the bathroom. He picked up his pants unhurriedly, hoping that Lin Xueer would be waiting at the dining table when he returned. By the time he closed the toilet door and walked to the wash basin, he knew he still had a chance to waste time.

It was two or three o'clock in the afternoon. The sun shone lazily on the wall through the mist in the air and the yellowing leaves of the plane tree, leaving some very abstract orange images. Yiran was sitting against the wall opposite those images, and was seriously doing handicrafts, a popular female craft in the market called "cross-stitch". The pattern she chose was two roses, with a pure rose red background and crystal dewdrops on the petals. While the clothes were being embroidered with dewdrops, she would occasionally stop sewing and look at the work in her hands. The rose had not yet formed, but there were some signs of dewdrops, but to her, they looked more like two drops of tears, so she gave herself a chance to sigh out of thin air.