Walking on the pedestrian street, they carried strange emotions that were both inexplicable and somewhat cute, aimlessly passing through one block after another...
They either paused for a rest along the way, admired fireworks with their heads up, or casually bought some roadside snacks, but there was an unusually strong bond between them.
One spoke silently, while the other listened quietly; despite little verbal communication, this interaction was deeper and more profound than a thousand words...
Even a glance, a subtle movement, allowed them to grasp each other's intentions with inexplicable precision, like playing a love game. This made Feng Yi wonder if he was a master of interaction games delayed by reality.
The two of them, despite not having weathered storms together, were bound to each other like deep-rooted vines, maybe that's what growing feelings are.
In any case, that night Feng Yi talked quite a bit about his plans for the future, many indeed...
