But come to think of it, although I've often traveled to Hainan, I don't recall having leisurely played with sand like this; every time was spent at my uncle's house.
Li Younan leaned against the back of a folding chair, holding a green coconut, which was a bit heavy, and the last sip of coconut meat through the straw carried a hint of sweet residue.
After a while, Lu Xiaolan got tired of playing too and wandered back to join them under the parasol, also holding an iced coconut.
The sun was shining, the sea breeze was blowing, and a fine layer of salt gradually coated Li Younan's skin.
There they lay, chatting sporadically.
At first, Lu Xiaolan excitedly shared her feelings from when she just started college, and Li Younan occasionally interrupted her, teasing Lu Xiaolan, asking if any boys had pursued her, if she had joined the student council, and reminiscing about how back then he was always a popular figure at school...
