Xia Xin Lan's footsteps were fast, but Chu bingxuan's footsteps were also fast.
Xia Xin LAN and Chu bingxuan both slowed down.
He always followed her at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, as if he was protecting her.
So this was what it felt like to follow behind and keep the same pace.
His memory suddenly returned to that Midsummer.
It was summer break that year, and Chu bingxuan was the top student of his first year. He was about to enter his second year and participate in the city-wide Olympic Games. The school organized training for everyone.
However, whenever Chu bingxuan went to the junior class, Xia Xinlan would follow him.
There was a road in the school that was surrounded by tall trees on both sides. Cicadas were calling out in the forest.
Chu bingxuan walked in front with a book in his hand, and Xia Xinlan followed behind.
