The dim yellow light shone on the wooden bench. Wisps of heat seemed to rise from beneath it, where two tall figures sat side by side.
Brother Nan was enjoying her food while Zhou Li simply watched.
A breeze passed, bringing with it a damp chill and lifting the unswept leaves from the ground. In a fleeting moment, it felt as if the wind whispered that summer had ended. Yet, Zhou Li felt almost nothing of this summer. Only when he was with Zheng Zhilan, through his labor, did he experience the oppressive heat of midsummer. Other than that, his memories of summer were hazy: a few rainfalls, a major flood, and the morning alarm clock that rang and rang, until one day it simply ended.
"Why don't you take it back to the dorm to eat?" Zhou Li spoke in a low voice.
"Too many people in the dorm; they might snatch it all from me," Brother Nan mumbled, shaking her head as she spoke, seemingly reluctant to accept such an outcome. But this very gesture made her look adorable.
