"...Look, there's the high school we used to attend, still as crowded as ever."
Under the brilliant blue sky, the two of them strolled, watching the stream of people coming and going.
Vendors at the school gate bowed their heads, busy with their work, pancakes sizzling in the griddle. The school bell rang, and students rushed towards their classrooms like a swarm. Teachers on electric scooters donned helmets, speeding down the tree-lined path.
Su Ming'an tilted his head back, looking up at the verdant parasol trees. He should have felt calm and peaceful, yet at that moment, he recalled a boy holding an orange cat, a moonlit lake, ruins glowing with red light, and an ice-white snowfield.
No going back now, is there?
Even when seeing the most serene everyday scenes, he couldn't help but think of the past. Seeing ginkgo trees, he thought of Yasa, seeing tea, he thought of Lin Guang, seeing pies, he thought of Alice...
