Chen Ying walked straight down the road for about ten minutes until she finally saw the huge mango tree Chen Fang had mentioned. She could already see the long flower buds forming on its branches. Just by looking, she could imagine how it would be laden with fruit by the time summer vacation arrived.
Chen Ying paused for a moment before continuing forward. "Is this Xue Yang's home?"
It was rather amusing, really. Xue Yang had been to her front door countless times, yet this was the first time she had ever come to his.
Although it was not the home of a wealthy family, one could tell from the entrance that it was kept neat and tidy, making for a refreshingly pleasant sight.
"Pretty lady, who are you looking for?"
The speaker was a handsome boy of about fourteen or fifteen, though not very tall—at least not compared to Xue Yang. From his features, though, you could see a shadow of Xue Yang in him.
