His legs felt heavy as he carried them away from Xue Tian's house. He even turned his head to look at the door he had just closed, and even when he arrived at the fence in front of the house, he still had time to turn his head towards the swing that also gave him many fond memories of his stay at the house.
Xue Tian was the one who built the swing hanging on the big tree, and even if the man said that it was for Summer, Wen Xiang knew that the swing was actually for him.
At night, Wen Xiang usually smoked under the tree because Xue Tian didn't allow him to smoke inside the house, but since there were no chairs under the tree, the owner of the house made a swing under the tree so he could sit there while smoking.
