The sunlight was crisp—very crisp, extremely
crisp.
Early November in Beijing brought perfect weather, the kind where being outside felt just a little cool, so the number of couples strolling around Jing University had surged lately,
but don't worry, this phenomenon would soon disappear. The temperature would probably drop in another couple of days,
hmph, let nature cast its trial upon those fake couples who only came out for a walk because the weather was nice.
Anyway,
compared to August's scorching heat, September's blazing sun, October's mild warmth, the clear sunlight at the beginning of November felt
crisp.
Mm, very crisp.
Crisp enough that a certain salted fish had already run out into the yard to fish.
"Ahh~ I'm so bored~"
With a fishing rod propped up beside him but no intention whatsoever of watching the float, Fang Ran let out a listless, Zen-like sigh from the recliner by the lake.
"Yeah~ so bored~"
Beside him, Meng Lang lay in an identical recliner with an identical fishing rod, answering in the exact same voice.
"Bro~ are there really fish in this lake~"
"There are~ I specially released lots of fish fry in there before~"
"Idiot~ don't just mess up the original ecosystem~"
"Ahahaha~ I really am an idiot~"
Under the magic of the crisp sunlight, Meng Lang had been assimilated by Fang Ran. Wearing a comfortable smile, he dragged out his lazy words as they talked in soft, gooey tones that seemed ready to melt away.
The two of them made for a perfectly harmonious scene.
Well, after spending all of yesterday afternoon figuring out what to write in his reply and what gift to send, he still hadn't broken the recent period of peace and stability.
And as these safe, simple days of recuperation—completely unlike his days of wandering