novelraw Chapter 722: Yan City, Yan City
Chapter 722: Yan City, Yan City
December 11, 2023, Monday, Overcast, -5~0°C.
5:30 AM.
Lan Feng International Luxury Apartments, Room 2201.
His biological clock woke Tang Song from his sleep right on time.
By the faint yellow glow of the night light in the corner, he turned his head and looked at Xu Qing, who was still sleeping soundly beside him.
The soft silk quilt had been kicked down to her waist, her curvaceous body radiating warmth in the slightly cool air.
She was curled up on her side like a defenseless little animal, a glistening trail of drool at the corner of her mouth,
mumbling something incoherent in her sleep.
Tang Song couldn't help but smile, leaning down to gently wipe the drool from her mouth with his thumb, then pulling the soft quilt up to cover her properly.
He quietly made his way to the living room.The heavy electric curtains slowly opened.
Outside the window, Yancheng in the early winter morning was still asleep in deep ink-black darkness, with only scattered street lights glowing in the distance.
After doing a few simple stretches, Tang Song changed into his workout clothes, put on headphones, and went straight to the empty gym downstairs in the apartment building.
Cold equipment, rhythmic breathing, sweat dampening the hair on his forehead...
6:10 AM.
He video-called Liu Qingning right on time.
"Ring ring ring—"
The phone rang for a while before the video connected.
"Morning."
Liu Qingning's pure, cute oval face appeared on the screen.
Tang Song smiled knowingly. "Morning, you look in good spirits today, glowing."
"I met up with some college classmates over the weekend. Also, my university mentor Professor Wang Chang came to Shen City and will be joining Qingning Technology." There was a hint of excitement in Liu Qingning's voice. "It was a very fulfilling weekend, and I slept really well."
"That's good." Tang Song looked at her increasingly radiant cheeks, then changed his tone to a teasing one. "Move the camera back a bit, let me check if other parts of you are equally healthy."
"No." Liu Qingning immediately wrinkled her cute nose warily.
"Come on, move it back." Tang Song coaxed persuasively. "I'll tell you about something big that's about to happen."
"What is it?" Her curiosity was immediately piqued.
"Move it back."
Liu Qingning gave him an exasperated yet amused glare, but ultimately couldn't resist him and pulled the phone further away.
The image on the screen instantly became both white and large.
Bai Yueguang was wearing only a lotus-root-colored sports bra, the fabric barely able to contain her E-cup breasts, revealing a deep cleavage.
"Alright, speak, what exactly is this matter?" She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to look fierce.
Tang Song smiled mysteriously. "When you go to the company today, you'll receive an email. You'll know then."
"You little Song! Tricking me again!" Liu Qingning puffed out her cheeks angrily and pointed at him through the screen.
Then she directly switched the video call to audio mode.
The screen went dark, leaving only her slightly scolding voice.
Just like that, separated by two thousand kilometers, they began their morning workout together over the voice call.
Thirty minutes later.
Tang Song finished his workout, wiping sweat with a towel as he took the elevator upstairs.
"I think most current AR applications are still stuck at information display and simple interaction levels. The reason there hasn't been a true breakout hit is the lack of a powerful 'content generation engine'. What users need might not just be an AR browser, but a creative tool that can instantly respond to imagination."
"You mean deeply integrating AIGC capabilities with AR's spatial computing power? So users can not only see virtual information but directly create virtual scenes and objects?"
"Exactly."
Through the receiver, their conversation had shifted from daily life to professional topics.
Today was Monday, also the official announcement day of his appointment as global CEO of [Xuanji Optical World].
According to procedure, after work started, all company employees would receive the appointment email.
And as the head of core partner [Qingning Technology], Liu Qingning would naturally learn about it soon.
Tang Song was really looking forward to what kind of cute expression Bai Yueguang would make when she saw the news.
Back in the apartment, he took off his sweat-soaked clothes.
After a quick hot shower, he dried himself off.
Liu Qingning's morning workout happened to end at the same time.
They said "bye bye" to each other and hung up.
Tang Song's ears twitched, faintly hearing some slight rustling sounds from outside.
His eyebrows raised, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Barefoot, he lightened his steps and silently approached the east-facing bedroom.
Then, he suddenly leaned in.
And saw Xu Qing, wearing a white camisole nightgown with twin tails, clinging to the doorframe like a gecko, her small hands gripping the door edge, ears perked up, desperately trying to eavesdrop on the living room.
"Ah—!"
Startled by Tang Song's tall figure suddenly appearing before her, Xu Qing was terrified, letting out a short scream and instinctively trying to close the door.
But Tang Song was faster.
He directly wedged his hand in the door crack, stepped in, closed the door behind him with a "bang," and locked it.
"Sneaking around, what are you doing?" Tang Song stood naked, water droplets falling from his slightly damp hair, sliding down his well-defined abs.
Xu Qing's brain froze for a full three seconds.
First, she swallowed hard looking at Tang Song's incredible physique, then subconsciously glanced at a certain indescribable area below his waist.
Her face instantly flushed so red it seemed about to drip blood.
"You... why aren't you wearing clothes! Pervert! Exhibitionist!" She attempted to shift blame and bluff her way through.
Her small hands covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers honestly remained open.
"Oh?" Tang Song stepped closer, trapping her in the corner, looking down at her darting big eyes, and laughed. "Shouldn't you first explain why you were eavesdropping on my phone call?"
"I... I wasn't eavesdropping..." Xu Qing stubbornly argued, "I was, I was just passing by! Yes! I just woke up and was going to the bathroom."
"Is that so?" Tang Song reached out, pinching her chubby cheeks and pulling them outward. "Still dare to lie? Looks like I need to teach this misbehaving little maid a lesson."
"No! Don't spank me!" Xu Qing's eyes widened in fear, her hands protecting her bottom.
But Tang Song directly picked her up.
Placed her over his knee, lifted her nightgown, and began spanking her perky, round little bottom with measured force.
"Smack—"
The sound was crisp and pleasant.
Especially loud in the quiet bedroom.
"Damn you, you pervert, ouch, it hurts!"
"Let me go, believe me, I'll report you for domestic violence!"
Miss Xu Qing's limbs flailed in the air, various indignant shouts coming from her mouth.
However, it was completely useless.
"Smack—"
"Wah wah wah—, Yanyan save me."
Tang Song's movements paused and stopped.
"Qingqing, don't you still owe me 160 spanking punishments?"
"Just did 4, 156 left! What? Want to finish them all at once?! I'll report you for abuse!"
"Do you want to reduce the punishment?"
"Yes! How?" Xu Qing instantly perked up, ears pricked.
Tang Song leaned close to her ear, warm breath exhaling as he whispered temptingly, "Have your best friend join you in accepting the punishment. Then, each of you only needs to take 78 spanks."
Xu Qing's struggling instantly stopped.
She lay stunned over Tang Song's leg, her big dark eyes wide open.
Together... with Yanyan... getting spanked?
The two of them side by side...
Little Song standing behind...
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
That scene... too perverted! Absolutely insane!
How could Miss Xu Qing possibly agree to such an absurd and ridiculous request?!
A scholar would rather die than be humiliated!
Seeing her increasingly reddened cute expression, Tang Song chuckled softly.
He flipped her over, pressed her into the soft bed, and began kissing her.
From her cheeks, eyes, down to her neck, continuing downward...
Xu Qing's body instantly softened, her breathing becoming rapid.
When she felt the edge of her panties being hooked, she shuddered violently, all the hairs on her body standing up.
Blushing, she protested, "Hey hey hey, no... not allowed."
"You you you... aiyo... said not allowed..."
However, that pitiful resistance was fragile and utterly defenseless against absolute strength.
Xu Qing's body slightly undulated with his movements, but her mind was in complete chaos. The proposal that had made her scalp tingle earlier uncontrollably flooded her thoughts.
Together with Yanyan...
Share blessings and hardships together... best friends forever...
This logic... seems... not wrong?
Yesterday, under her best friend's temptation, she had sent him a few sexy photos from college with Yanyan.
As a result, at 9 PM, Little Song directly raided the Lan Feng International apartment.
God knows what kind of devilish experience it was for an author passionately writing explicit content to suddenly have her male protagonist appear in person for "live research"!
And Little Song, that guy, he's simply a monster.
With Miss Xu Qing's small physique, if she had to bear his full firepower alone...
Wouldn't she directly get a [Game Over] Bad Ending!
Would absolutely be broken!
From the perspective of protecting herself and reasonably distributing damage, pulling a tank with more HP and higher defense (C+ cup) to share the Boss's AOE (area damage)...
Seems like a very reasonable tactical choice too.
Her powerful imagination function made the dizzy Miss Xu Qing feel like fireworks were constantly exploding in her head.
......
The night in Yangcheng hadn't yet completely faded.
Zhang Yan dragged her somewhat worn suitcase and entered Fangcun subway station.
Metro Line 1 train slowly started.
After 12 stops, transfer to Line 3.
Following the hurried Monday morning rush hour crowd, she was squeezed into the slightly stuffy carriage.
She stood in the corner, one hand tightly gripping the overhead handrail, the other protecting the suitcase in front of her, struggling to maintain balance in the rocking carriage.
Watching the stations jump one by one on the route display.
The air gradually became stale, mixed with breakfast smells and various perfumes.
After getting off the subway, she walked a few hundred meters more and finally arrived at Baiyun International Airport.
She took a deep breath, meticulously followed the tutorial she had looked up on her phone, found the check-in counter, somewhat clumsily checked her luggage, and received the boarding pass that carried all her hopes.
Last time she came to Yangcheng from the Imperial Capital, she took a hard sleeper train for over twenty hours.
This was her first time taking a plane in her life.
Nervousness was inevitable.
But more than that, it was an uncontrollable anticipation.
When she finally passed through security and sat on the cool chairs of the departure hall, there was still a long hour and more until boarding time.
Outside the huge glass curtain wall, silver-white planes were taking off and landing like elegant giant birds.
She first sent a WeChat message to her mother to report she was safe.
Then, after hesitating for a long time, she clicked on that pinned chat box.
Left a message: "I'm at the airport."
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
[Tang Song: "Have you eaten breakfast?"]
Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, quickly replying: "Yes, I made steamed buns and porridge myself."
[Tang Song: "That's good, be safe on the way, if you encounter any problems, call me directly."]
Zhang Yan: "Mm (cat nodding sticker)"
They chatted a bit more.
Looking at Tang Song's completely ordinary concern, Zhang Yan's heart missed half a beat, her cheeks feeling warm.
She couldn't help but press the back of her hand against her slightly cool cheek, then gently tapped her own head.
Feeling very useless.
Clearly had so much to say, but once facing him, she became mute again.
She bit her lip, opened her Moments, and took a photo of the planes outside the departure hall window.
After thinking for a while, she added a caption:
["Travelers brave the cold, roosting birds startle at the chill. Southern branches face warmth, northern branches find peace because of you. Goodbye, Yancheng."]
This time, she didn't set any privacy groups, didn't block anyone.
She just quietly looked at that picture, silently thinking: Will you see it?
This was the only way she could muster the courage to confess.
This poem was also written by her last night.
Just then, a WeChat message pop-up interrupted her thoughts.
It was from a small group called "Romantic Scenes Trio" that had been silent for a long time.
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Zhang Yan, Yanyan, are you returning to Yancheng? Today?"]
Zhang Yan was startled, quickly clicked on the familiar avatar, and immediately replied: "Yes, Xiaoyue, going to Yancheng on a business trip for three days."
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "That's great! I quit my job in Hangcheng last month and returned to Yancheng to develop. Feifei is here too, we can meet up just in time."]
Zhang Yan looked at the chat interface of this trio group chat, dust-covered memories instantly activated, a genuine nostalgic smile appearing on her face.
Her university days, of course, weren't spent alone.
This trio group was her two best friends she met in the literature club—
Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei.
They became friends because they were all obsessed with poetry and various essays.
They had spent time together in remote old bookstores, and also chatted, read poetry, and daydreamed in the small groves on campus.
But after university graduation, they ultimately went their separate ways.
Cheng Xiaoyue went to an internet company in Hangcheng doing content operations.
She went to the Imperial Capital for what was once love.
And Lin Feifei, from the most well-off family, stayed in Yancheng, tending her family's small flower shop, living a peaceful life.
When she later moved to Yangcheng, contact became even less frequent.
The last chat record in this group was from New Year's greetings at the beginning of the year.
As if they had just waved goodbye at the dormitory building yesterday, in the blink of an eye, mountains and rivers separated them.
Pulling herself out of her memories, she replied in the group: "Okay."
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "I'm currently unemployed, free time. Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?"]
Zhang Yan quickly replied: "No need, no need, someone is picking me up here."
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Oh? Who? Let's see if I know them."]
Zhang Yan bit her lip, not knowing how to reply, her face warm.
Just then.
"Ding—"
[Lin Feifei: "I know, must be a guy, and the relationship isn't simple."]
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Feifei, how do you know?"]
[Lin Feifei: Moments screenshot.jpg]
[Lin Feifei: "The overall tone of this poem adapts from the Tang poet Liu Yuanzai's 'Early Plum' line 'Southern branches face warmth, northern branches cold, one spring breeze has two aspects.' But Yanyan's line 'northern branches find peace because of you' is clearly a confession. No matter how cold the place, because a certain person is there, it becomes peaceful. That's the meaning, right? @Zhang Yan"]
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Just now I was only focused on Yanyan returning to Yancheng, didn't look carefully at the poem. So that's how it is, could it be the one you had a crush on all through university?"]
Being publicly "executed" by her two friends in tandem, Zhang Yan's face turned so red it seemed about to smoke. After hesitating for a long time, she guiltily typed a few words: "I was just writing randomly."
[Cheng Xiaoyue: "Took so long to reply, just as I guessed. @Feifei, when we meet, we must subject her to a triple interrogation."]
[Lin Feifei: "Agree, I'm really curious."]
Zhang Yan's heart beat like a drum.
Her cautious secret crush had actually been noticed by many people around her,
but she had never admitted it, and always went to Yanke University alone to see Tang Song.
This trio group became lively again due to this unexpected reunion.
As Zhang Yan deliberately avoided the topic, the conversation turned to their recent situations.
Lin Feifei still tended her small flower shop, living peacefully.
While Cheng Xiaoyue was frantically submitting resumes, complaining about the extremely competitive job market while venting about various bizarre encounters during interviews.
Chatting with them.
Zhang Yan felt more anticipation for Yancheng.
"Ladies and gentlemen, passengers traveling to Yancheng please note..."
The broadcast announcement sounded, interrupting her thoughts.
Zhang Yan quickly said goodbye to her friends in the group, put away her phone, and followed the crowd toward the boarding gate.
Queued to enter the cabin.
The plane accelerated on the runway, lifted up, and finally, with a slight feeling of weightlessness, broke free from the earth's restraints, pierced through the clouds, and flew into the azure, high, distant sky.
The familiar Yangcheng beneath her feet gradually shrank in her vision, eventually becoming a blurry gray-green patch.
Zhang Yan leaned against the small window, staring blankly at this scene.
This was the first time in her life she was looking down on a place she had lived from a God's perspective.
Clouds flowed like cotton wool under the wings, sunlight poured down unobstructed at ten thousand meters high, dazzling and warm.
She closed her eyes, feeling this tranquility far from the hustle and bustle of the world.
The two-and-a-half-hour flight wasn't long, but wasn't short either.
She didn't watch movies or listen to music, just quietly gazed out the window at the boundless sea of clouds.
Sometimes thinking, sometimes smiling.
When the plane began to slowly descend and break through the clouds, her heart tightened bit by bit.
Outside the window, the land characteristic of northern winter gradually became clear.
Crisscrossing field ridges, bare forests, winding ribbon-like roads...
She had finally returned.
The plane landed smoothly.
Zhang Yan put on the down jacket she had prepared in advance and followed the crowd out of the jet bridge.
The moment she stepped onto Yancheng soil, a long-unfamiliar air instantly rushed into her nostrils.
Dry, crisp, and cold.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
Those sealed away by time.
Memories about Yancheng, about university, about him.
Also seemed to have the dust brushed away by the wind, becoming clear bit by bit.
Her academic talent wasn't particularly good. Even though she had exerted all her effort during three years of high school, she only just passed the second-tier university entrance score.
She could have gone to an ordinary local college and spent four years peacefully.
But that summer, she heard two pieces of news.
One was that Liu Qingning became the county's top science student and went to the seemingly unattainable Imperial Capital University.
The other was that his grades weren't ideal, and he went to Yancheng University of Science and Technology.
They were separated.
This news made her make an almost crazy decision—retaking the college entrance exam.
She overestimated her own ability, thinking she could try for one more year to see if she could also test into Yanke University, even if it was the most obscure, marginal major.
That year, she truly used all her strength.
The whole world faded to black and white, leaving only black and white exam papers and that target called Yancheng.
During the winter break of her repeat year, because she studied too intensely, she fell seriously ill.
Feverish and delirious, she was hospitalized.
Her mother therefore rushed back from Yangcheng to Jing County to see her, bringing her a brand-new red cotton coat and white sweater, very stylish.
On the day she was discharged from the hospital, it snowed.
She heard that universities in Yancheng were already on break.
As if possessed, she boldly went to a hair salon and dyed her hair the then most fashionable chestnut color.
Then changed into that new red outfit and came to the outside of his house.
That alley, snow would go "crunch" when stepped on.
She walked back and forth.
She just wanted to see him again, talk to him a few casual words like before, to accumulate a bit more motivation for the even more difficult study period ahead.
As it turned out, she really waited for him.
A year apart, he had changed a lot, shed his youthful innocence, become silent and reserved, with a depth in his eyes she couldn't understand.
But he didn't seem to recognize this girl with dyed hair and new clothes at first.
She didn't dare speak either.
And just as he was about to enter his home, he turned back and took a deep look at her.
He had recognized her.
But he only nodded slightly, then turned and disappeared behind that vermilion courtyard gate. (Chapter 517)
That day, after returning to her aunt's house, she buried herself under the quilt and cried for a long, long time.
In the second semester of her repeat year, she continued studying without a word.
In the end, she still fell short by over ten points, missing Yanke University, and could only go to Yancheng Agricultural University not far from there.
But she wasn't too disappointed.
Because, she could finally breathe in the same city as him.
There.
She saw him eating in the cafeteria with his roommates, wolfing down food;
saw his focused profile as he listened attentively in the lecture hall;
saw him borrowing professional books in the library that she simply couldn't understand;
saw him running silently on the track field in the evening;
also passed by him multiple times in the night market outside the university...
Yancheng, Yancheng.
For her, it was never just a city.
It was a place where she could see him, barely reached after using an entire year of youth and all her courage.
.....
The sudden noise in her ears surged in like a tide, pulling Zhang Yan back from those long memories to reality.
She followed the crowd, walked around a long corner.
The view ahead suddenly opened up.
Bright ceiling lights, high dome, crowds pouring in from all directions, constantly sounding broadcasts and clamor...
She stood still, looking at this vast and unfamiliar space, momentarily feeling lost and at a loss.
Subconsciously stood on tiptoe, her gaze trying to see over the bustling crowd in front.
Searching hard for his figure.
But she wasn't tall, her view obstructed.
Just then.
A familiar call came to her ears: "Zhang Yan!"
Instinctively following the direction of the sound, she saw that figure she missed day and night.
He was walking toward her through the coming and going crowd.
Wearing a simple dark gray cashmere coat, a bright and warm smile on his face, raising his arm high, waving vigorously in her direction.
Handsome and tall, gentle yet full of strength.
The noise and crowd in the airport hall became a blurry, flowing background.
Looking at his figure.
Zhang Yan's footsteps unconsciously stopped.
Her eyes unexpectedly felt moist.
She quickly lowered her head shyly, pressing her lips tightly together.
Trying to suppress that nearly overflowing emotion, but found she simply couldn't.
His figure finally stopped before her.
A clean, pleasant scent mixed with the smell of winter sunlight gently enveloped her.
She didn't dare look up, just stared at his perfectly clean leather shoes, palms sweating nervously.
"Welcome back to Yancheng, Classmate Zhang Yan."
Before Zhang Yan could respond, a bouquet of stunningly vibrant red roses suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Eleven stems, each flower blooming perfectly, petals still bearing glistening water droplets, wrapped in simple, elegant paper.
Simple, yet extremely solemn.
Zhang Yan suddenly lifted her head.
Staring blankly at the bouquet before her that almost made her cheeks glow red.
Tang Song's gentle gaze fell on Zhang Yan's delicate face, carrying longing and a smile.
After a moment, he said softly, "Don't you like it?"
"I-I do! I like it!"
Her voice was full of panic, as if afraid he would take the flowers back.
Quickly extended her slightly trembling hands, carefully accepting the first bouquet of roses in her life.
Tang Song's tall body leaned forward slightly, slowly approaching her.
She immediately became like a startled deer, instinctively lowering her head, her cheeks almost burying into those fiery red petals.
Long eyelashes cast two shadows under her eyelids.
Returning to this familiar land, seeing this person she missed day and night, the unspoken feelings buried deep in her heart over the past ten years now surged like a tide, making her so nervous she could barely breathe.
"What's wrong?" His warm breath sprayed onto the top of her head. "Haven't seen you for over a month, why do you feel so distant? Could it be... your heart changed in Yangcheng?"
"Ah!" Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, quickly looked up, stammering, "I didn't, no, I didn't, it's just..."
Tang Song chuckled softly, reached out and took the heavy large suitcase beside her.
"Then show it."
"How... how to show?" Her tone was full of helplessness.
"Kiss me."
"Ah?"
Zhang Yan suddenly shrank back, looked at Tang Song, then glanced at the flowing crowd around them.
Her cheeks, at a visible speed, turned from pink to burning scarlet, almost forgetting to breathe.
Tang Song chuckled softly, no longer teasing this shy deskmate.
Took the initiative to step forward, gently kissed her burning, smooth, radiant cheek.
His nose caught her unique scent, very pleasant.
Feeling the warm, soft touch on her cheek, Zhang Yan's arms holding the roses tightened sharply, her whole body stiffening.
Immediately after, a warm large hand very naturally took hold of her cold hand.
"Let's go, it's noon, I'll take you to eat."
The crowd and light began moving backward, she was led by him, listening to her own "thump thump" heartbeat, feeling completely dazed,
Hazily passed through the huge airport hall, arrived at the parking lot.
Only when they stopped beside a white Bentley Continental with elegant, artistic lines,
did she suddenly snap back to reality, standing by the car, not daring to move.
Tang Song put the suitcase in the trunk, smiling came to her side, personally opened the passenger door for her.
Gently patted her back. "Get in, dear Classmate Zhang Yan. Or should I carry you in?"
"No, no need!" Zhang Yan was startled, quickly got in blushing.
Her body instantly sank into the soft, fine leather seats. She kept her legs together, hands tightly holding the bouquet of roses, feeling awkward and anxious.
The door closed. But Tang Song didn't start the car immediately.
After a moment, Zhang Yan secretly glanced at him from the corner of her eye.
But found he was smiling, looking at her without blinking.
Zhang Yan's face "flushed" red again, she bit her lip, burying her head even lower.
Immediately after, warm breath approached, she felt him lean over, his nose brushed past her hair,
"Ah..." Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, nervously closed her eyes, thinking he was going to kiss her again.
"Zzz—" The sound of the seatbelt being pulled out, then it went across her chest and the bouquet, tightening around her body.
A light "click" sound, the seatbelt buckle locked.
Zhang Yan: ""
She was so embarrassed she wished she could immediately disappear from the car, find a crack to crawl into.
Just then, a warm touch gently landed on her cheek.
She stared blankly as she opened her eyes, looking at him so close.
Accompanied by Tang Song's light laughter, the engine emitted a low rumble.
The car smoothly slid out of the parking space, merged into the traffic flow leaving the parking lot.
Inside the car, Su Yu's beautiful singing voice began to echo.
Zhang Yan was still in a state of shameful dizziness, tightly holding the roses in her arms.
Only after a long time did her heartbeat slowly calm down.
She turned her face, secretly looking at him.
Outside the window, the winter scenery of Yancheng's outskirts flew by, desolate yet bright.
He was driving, his handsome profile changing in the light and shadow, appearing focused and serene.
His nose bridge was straight, jawline clearly defined, fingers holding the steering wheel long and strong.
A dense palpitation arose in her chest.
Like soil soaked by spring's first melting snow water, soft with a slightly sour coolness.
Reunited with him in Yancheng.
Sitting in his passenger seat, holding flowers he gave.
Like stepping into a fairy tale of adulthood.