Chen Shu leaned against the sidewalk railing and popped the last strawberry into his mouth. Holding the leftover bamboo skewer, he swayed it in his hand and took aim at a nearby tree trunk like he was throwing a dart.
After several tempting feints, he gave up.
"Ah..."
He really had grown up.
As a child, he would never have cared about right and wrong. The trees beside the spicy hotpot stall had been riddled with wooden skewers. With his peerless skewer-throwing technique, he had coaxed the highest praise—"You're amazing"—out of who knew how many innocent children.
After sighing, Chen Shu glanced sideways—
Qingqing stood beside him, watching him with half her candied hawthorn skewer still in hand. The corners of her eyes drooped, as though she had seen through every childish thought in his head.
Naturally, that had nothing to do with the Esoteric Sect either.
Just as Chen Shu could guess that she would cultivate No Anger before Heavy Anger, it came from their years of knowing each other as childhood sweethearts.
"Whoosh~"
The bamboo skewer spun through the air and landed in a trash can over ten meters away.
Perfect, Chen Shu thought. Still leaning against the railing, he turned to look nearby—
Zhang Suannai and Chen Banxia were taking photos of Peach.
Peach had specially put on a pretty little outfit today, complete with a tiny backpack, as if she were off to visit relatives. At first glance, the little creature seemed to be stepping out from behind a tree with one paw raised. Look a little longer, though, and you would see that she was holding the pose without moving an inch.
Jacarandas bloomed all along the street.
The two women crouched in front of Cat, taking pictures with their phones and debating how best