The glacier white Bentley Continental GT cruised through the streets of Yancheng.
It drew gaze after gaze.
The car drove out of the South Second Ring Road along the main road. After turning several corners, the scenery on both sides of the street suddenly changed.
The towering buildings gradually faded into the distance, replaced by rows of bare locust trees, along with all kinds of snack shops,
street stalls, Old Bookstores, and accessory shops.
Most of the pedestrians by the roadside had become young men and women as well.
They traveled in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing or playfully roughhousing. The air was filled with the youthful vitality unique to college students.
As the familiar streetscape flashed past her eyes, the shyness and restraint on Zhang Yan's face gradually faded without her noticing.
"Tang Song, this is outside Yan University of Science and Technology."
"Mm, our school's commercial street." Tang Song turned his head and looked at her apricot eyes, which had lit up again. With a soft laugh, he said, "You used to come here a lot, didn't you?"
Zhang Yan nodded lightly, then shyly looked out the window.
How could she not have come here often?
She had secretly observed his schedule and knew that every Wednesday afternoon, he would come to this street to buy something to eat.
So this street had become a place she often visited.
She would calculate the timing, coming alone or dragging Feifei and the others along, pretending to pass by.
More often, she sat in the tiny bookstore on the corner, holding a book she could not read at all, her gaze constantly darting toward the window.
Only when that familiar figure appeared would she quietly follow behind him, watching which shop's Grilled Cold Noodles he bought, which