The bicycle cut through the small path, and neither of them spoke again. In the sunset light, Si Ruoran suddenly thought of the song she often listened to—"The Summer Wind."
At this moment, this song matched the atmosphere perfectly.
The July wind is lazy
Even the clouds become hot
Soon the sky became stuffy
After a rain shower
...
Such a fervent summer, such an unrestrained youth, hides the innocence within the heart. Boys and girls at this age instinctively keep a little distance when they go out.
Within a few minutes, they arrived at the school gate. Si Ruoyuan had been waiting for his sister at the gate early, occasionally checking his watch and frowning.
By the time Si Ruoran walked over, it was already nearly half-past five.
Si Ruoyuan himself had an elegant demeanor, a remarkably handsome face, so many girls gathered around him, rarely encountering such a figure from the school idol ranking at the gate.
Even the seniors couldn't help but watch from the side.
