Just as he was thinking, by the blood donation van ahead, Guan Ailin waved at him, mouthing the word "nine."
Wen Nan gathered his thoughts and walked over, handing a cup of the packed milk tea over.
They inserted their straws and sat side by side on the steps at the door of the blood donation van, drinking their milk tea while watching the people coming and going on Wutong Avenue in the distance.
At this time, most of the people on the road were students who had just finished class, hurrying to the cafeteria for a meal or returning to their dormitories after eating, in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.
Guan Ailin looked at them and couldn't help but sigh: "The people here are so different from those in my original world. Here, people talk to each other and appreciate the scenery along the way. In my world, people on the road are always in such a hurry, always looking down, focused on their phone screens, and most of the time, they ignore the people near them."
