Yulin Road didn't refer to a specific street. It was the name of an entire area.
As night fell, groups of young people sat around, listening to music and sipping drinks, enjoying the leisurely pace of life in Rong City.
The young shouldn't move to Sichuan, and the old shouldn't leave it.
Zhang Yang was only twenty-five. With the evening breeze on his face and music in his ears, he was already starting to fall in love with the streets of Rong City.
"Zhang Yang, right? Come on, let's have a drink!" A few guys gathered around to toast him. "You're something else—you actually managed to win Bei Wei over!"
Zhang Yang smiled and raised his glass in acknowledgment.
They were all friends Bei Wei had grown up with, and most of them had stayed in Rong City. It was a rare chance for everyone to get together.
The long-legged girls were even friendlier. They crowded around, curious and full of questions, practically trying to dig up Zhang Yang's entire life story.
"Lao Yang, have you figured it out yet?" Nearby, a few guys slung their arms around Lao Yang, speaking softly as they clinked glasses and joked.
"I have. I've made peace with it." Lao Yang glanced at Bei Wei, whose face was alight with happiness, then shook his head and smiled ruefully.
Even if he looked at it as generously as he could, even if he'd gotten what he wanted—
He'd probably never forget that early summer for the rest of his life: the light in Bei Wei's eyes when she looked at that man.
So be it.
"Now that you've figured it out, there's something else we should tell you," a few of the guys said, exchanging glances.
"What?" Lao Yang looked up, puzzled.
"We went over